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A/N: So after reading this over, I found so many mistakes I was about to shoot myself. So, I had to edit this. I don't know what the hell was going on in my head when I made those mistakes... x_x
I also allude to the myth, Demeter and Persephone, and The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. Enjoy reading it!
A Lifetime of Winter
It's strange how things could be so fleeting, transient, evanescent. There was this one quote that said, "The good things in life, when short, are twice as good."
Hah. If I were told that at age fourteen, I would've scoffed at it.
But now, I know that it's true. It's as true as my love for her.
And as I stand here before her gray prison, I can't help but wonder if she ever loved me as much as I loved her. Did she think of me during those countless sleepless nights as I did for her?
I'll never get to know what she thought of me before she left me, before she transformed my spring into winter.
She was my Persephone, my spring, the one who blew life into my soul. And now, without her, I am like Earth during winter: cold, lonely, and dead.
Like Demeter, I long for my dear Persephone's return, yet unlike the myth, she doesn't come back. She's been snatched by Hades and is forced to live with him forever, for he long coveted her beauty.
And yet again, unlike the myth, my Persephone has eaten thousands of pomegranate seeds, and now dwells under the ground forever.
Has she become the Iron Queen? Has she lost her ability to love? Does she still remember me?
Every single day, I wake up to the image of her face, and every single night, I fall asleep to the lingering scent of her that never went away, even after so many years.
Every time I close my eyes, I replay the day she was kidnapped by the Lord of the Underworld like a film.
Over.
Over.
Over.
And over.
No matter how many women I go through, no matter how many times I try telling myself that I've found a way to forget her, at the end of the day, I would still be reminded of her.
A look at a red cup would remind me that her favorite color was red.
Stepping on a crack would make me chuckle at the memory of her telling me something about cracks breaking a mother's back.
A glance at a ring brings up the image of the gold band wrapped around her ring finger, the one that matched with mine.
Reading would remind me of her love of books.
Listening to the tinkling of a piano would replay the memory of me trying to teach her music; hearing a door slam would remind me of my last day with her.
That absolute last day. The day my spring snapped back to the cold winter it once was.
I wish I had chased her back. I wish my jealousy never got in the way. I wish my anger didn't blind me. I wish my pride didn't hold me back.
I wish.
I wish.
I wish.
I… regret.
I never saw her again.
She is no longer here to pollinate my flowers, no longer here to make the birds sing, no longer here to make the sun shine, no longer here to melt the snow, no longer…
No longer here.
Gone. Forever.
My time with her was fleeting, transient, evanescent.
But that short time with her was the best time I'd ever had in my life. The most magnificent. The most glorious.
She was my Persephone, my spring, the one who blew life into my soul.
She is the White Witch, the instigator of the eternal winter in my heart.
She was my Persephone, my spring, the one who blew life into my soul.
She was.
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