Weeping Willow

A dainty figure sat on the lonely isle awaiting her savior. There she wept as waves of sadness crashed up on the shore and dark clouds blackened the sky. days, weeks, and now months had passed since she had last seen the light of the sun that used to shine upon her. She longed to be whole again but there was nothing to fill the void in her heart. She began searching; plunging herself into the murky waters, letting loneliness consume her.

Poor Willow Underestimated the depths of despair. As the ocean currents pulled her deeper and deeper, the hate of this world filled her lungs; drowning her in a flood of emotions. It was too late. No hope. No love. Nothing.

As the darkness consumed her, a pale hand reached out from the depths raising her high into the sky. Above the dark clouds, she sat once again basking in the light of the sun. In the distance, she saw a ghostly white silhouette. He said nothing, but she could feel the radiance of his life force seeping into her soul.

The brilliant figure drew near as the hours passed. The features on his face slowly became distinguishable. Still he came closer and closer. Inches away, he was staring her right in the face while glowing a brilliant white color; Willow had never experienced such intensity in all her life. She reached out lunging for him, but in the very moment the strange figured suddenly vanished.

Suddenly, Willow felt herself sinking beneath the clouds. She began accelerating towards the earth faster than ever. As she approached the ground, Willow squeezed her eyes shut and landed face down with a deafening thud. After long hours of unconsciousness, Willow woke up to the high tides carrying her slowly back out to sea. She could still feel the hands of his divine power playing pitter patter in the back of her tired mind. Willow smiled knowing she would soon see her new found love once again.

Her new love has a name: Meth.