It is he

His voice danced around her mind and swirled around her heart as a nymph might fly around a field of flowers on the first day of spring. He filled her with life; he was an enhancer. Everything with him carried such an intensity and passion that one couldn’t help but beg to be consumed by it. The vehemence of his pull on her was inexplicable, as if he himself were her centre of gravity. She wanted to get lost in him; to let go completely and drown for eternity in the depths of his soul. Happiness came easy when she was with him and she had missed him greatly. She had near forgotten what it felt like to be with him, to stay up all night talk to him about everything and nothing. He calmed her, honed her attention, in ways no others could manage. And so she let go, once and for all, of all her inhibitions and let her lungs breathe him in and surround her. Certainly, she thought, it can get no better than this. It was in this moment that she realized it had always been him. That’s why she could never let go. That’s why she could never truly let her heart forget. He was the one above all others, which her heart and mind yearned for in sequence. It was he and it always would be.

The Music

Her mind paced at the speed of light trying to analysis every angle of the situation. Half of her was aching to reconnect to the only other living soul to which she felt so completely drawn. The other urging her to reconsider; to remember what had led her to this path to begin with. A literal civil war of the heart and mind, one in which, regardless of victory, none could truly win. She had always loved him. From the first moment she saw him walking in late to their morning class she felt pulled towards him. An instant urge to get to know him better. Once the spark was lit the eternal fire was ablaze but neither was prepared nor equipped to harness its flame. Naturally Envy struck down with the force of a thousand armies and quickly turned the fire to a pile of ash. Fate however managed to salvage the smallest of embers, as her plans were not yet finished. All these things raced around her mind, as the kinder, more indulgent part of her, wanted nothing more than to cradle the ember with the most delicate touch until it again found the air to burn as it once did. And so continues the war of the heart and the mind; each one gaining an inch only to lose it in the moments that follow. Softly, she whispers at both to be still. She must act independent of both because Fate is the true composer here. But only she has the power to decide how this symphony ends and the rest must simply listen to the music.