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.