Green was her favorite color and if you asked her what her favorite animal was it was a dragon, even though technaically they weren't really real. She would tell you of the wild stories of the world she was forced to leave long ago. If you asked her what the dragon looked like she would describe it in detail, but to her it wasn't an it, it was a he. he flew through the sky gracefully and his emerald eyes shined with a pure soul.
People said she was crazy,others thought she had a high degree of imagination. She was applauded for her ideas of this so called world. She insisted they were true to whoever she told them to. She wrote her memories down on paper and each time she did they became more and more clear. People would read these memories or so called stories in their minds and wonder how anyone could come up with this magnificent idea. The way the dragon was and the way the witches controlled the bathhouse and the swamps.
She shook her head at them and explained they were true, but no one ever listened to this werid girl. The sun rises and the sun sets but her heart never dropped. It rose with each passing day, that the day would come for her to go back to the place she belonged. The winds howled the dragons name and the water revealed his reflection. Her face showed agony and her voice revealed sadness. Her heart wouldn't ever be complete without the comfort of the world people thought was fake, the Spirit World.
She laughed when she could, she cried when she had to. But a tear or a laugh was always shared to that part of her heart that belonged to a different time and space. The part of her that was once free and child like. The way she looked into his eyes told her that they would see each other again as she let go of his hand. But how long would again be? Would it be a whole lifetime or a few years. Would it be at the point of which she ended up in the grave or the point in which se ended up as a lone spirit trying to find her way.
She never lost hope, but doubt always found its way through. She tried to find the light in the darkest of times and the darkness in the lighest of times. Maybe the bad was the good and the good was the bad. Maybe her heart needed to belong to the other world. Maybe she didin't belong here. Would she ever find comfort in these statements she always told herself. And this is what she thought before her life closed. When the dragon whispered her name in the relfection of the sea. And she whispered his name off the cliff of the shore. This was when she truly realized what she wanted. The legs of her body carried her off the cliff and the wind took her down to the sea with the rocks below. Never to be seen again by a human, but always to belong to the heart of a dragon who always played witht he heart of humans.