A Story

by rain

I'm a wolf with almond colored hairs and emerald eyes. I've been traveling down the road, roaming around streets, conquering places on this earth. All to satisfy myself. One night I saw a young girl, with purple silky hair and dim red eyes, sparkling under the moonlight and walking on tip toes accross the thousand-colored flowers meadow.

A wolf is a loner creature. They do have a pack. But some chooses to be alone. Like I did. But that night I realised what is the real meaning of loneliness, because I thought the loneliness herself galloping in front of my eyes. I greeted that girl.

She asked, "O, wolf, where are you heading to?"

I answered, "To paradise, my own paradise"

And her eyes spoke, asking if my paradise is far. I said I don't know, that I even don't know how is my paradise look like. But along with her fragrance and heartless kindness, I said I might find out my paradise if she comes along.

And the moon extingushed, the meadow turned into a cold, ruthless storm of empty desert. The girl ran away and I came after her. I searched for her shadow in long, dark river. I wondered if she waltzed above the clouds. There were times I found her, but then she ran again. When my might drained out and I collapsed on an empty snow, only then she came out. She finally supported me and here we are now, having each other. She's mine and I'm hers.

Searching my paradise is a very long, long journey. But I wonder now if I'm truly searching for it, because what I want is to be with her. Will she be happy when I can give her the paradise I'm searching for? And then my girl with her dim red ruby eyes is also going to strive with me. She sees paradise, her own paradise, down the long road of life journey. Whenever she sleeps I hope she will get to her paradise soon. Sometimes I also scared if in the end, our paradises are different, and the way branched.

Emerald and ruby. When you put the together perhaps you'll find a very sharp contrast, but both of them shines gracefully. I can't see my reflection right now, to make sure if my eyes still preserve their emerald glow. I don't know anymore what to strive for, why I have to fight. While only clinging to my girl to head to her paradise might be other form of greed and cruelty. At least, I want to set her free. And I want to keep my heart free. As free as a loner wolf, who never be a hindrance to any other creature, especially my girl with silky purple hair and dim ruby eyes...