Once upon a time, in a land far, far
away. There lived this boy, who met a girl, and all was good. This girl,
she was all you could ask for of youth. She had eyes like the summer,
all beauty and truth. She had the sweetest disposition, and a crooked
smile which the boy adored.
But. The moment he saw her, he saw
something else. Clouds, dark clouds, dark clouds, gathering in the
distance. The clouds brought with them ill-meaning and menace. The boy
saw those dark, dark clouds, and he began to weep. For he knew, that
those clouds they were coming, coming for him.
The girl, she was
not blind. She saw the boy weeping, and came close. And the closer she
came, the less the boy could see of the clouds. And soon, his vision was
filled with her, and only her. And the beauty! The true majesty of her
beauty. It seemed to be so radiant, it enveloped the dark clouds. The
dark clouds were nothing in the face of this girl, the girl with eyes
like the summer. They were soon forgotten, shoved into the recesses of
his mind. The boy stopped crying.
The boy. In her presence,
everything was so fine, and he knew no fear. The dark clouds were chased
away. And he could begin to dream, of a future. Of a future, of her.
And all was good. Alas, it was not to last.
It is in the nature
of happy times, that it passes quite impossibly fast. Before the boy
knew it, the time had come. The time had come, and the dark clouds were
upon them. And the fear! The fear that seized his heart. Why, at the
zenith of his happiness! It seemed impossibly cruel. And so the boy, he
began to run. He began to run, for he hoped the girl would be safe from
the clouds, the dark clouds.
But what of the girl? The girl, she
saw no clouds. She merely saw the boy, the boy running away. And she was
sad. And the boy, the boy would have felt pain in his heart, that he
had made her sad. But he never would know. And the girl, she too would
never know why he ran, away from her.
And so it came to pass, that there was an almighty heaving of the heavens. And the boy, the boy realized he still lived.
But what of the girl? The girl, she saw no longer. The girl, with eyes like the summer, would never open her eyes again.
And
the boy, the boy saw that the clouds, the dark clouds, had claimed his
love, and he rent his breast. And in that moment, the boy was no longer a
boy. His heart had died. And he'd never see her radiance again. He'd
forever see, see only the dark clouds within his mind.
