She's gone. And she's not coming back.
Sometimes, he still dreams of dark skin and soft brown hair, and of bright, innocent blue eyes that put the great skies to shame. Sometimes, he still hears her phantom voice, joyfully crying out his name.
He might be mental, or he might be mad.
Truth be told, he just doesn't care anymore. His Noloty, his sweet, kind, beautiful Noloty was his life, the one thing he held dear, the one person he held above all others. And she was taken from him, ever so cruelly.
Sometimes, he still wakes up from anything but a restful sleep thinking it was all a dream, and that his Noloty, his divine Noloty, is alive and well, only to have to face the harsh reality which never fails to take his breath away with its horror.
This world, her world, it is wonderful, it is amazing! But its worth has crumbled to little more than dust, at least to him, because its owner has died.
He remembers when he feels ever so lonely and nostalgic, when that Ireia had told him that Noloty was a princess. He recalls thinking that she would have made a very good princess; she was the most selfless thing he had ever known. He also remembers thinking that she already was a princess, or rather, a queen. She was already the Queen of his worthless heart, the fairy he could only see but never touch, he would sully her beauty if he ever even wished to lay a finger upon her. She was his light, his hope and his dream.
There is a hole now, where his Noloty used to be, in his heart. But even so, he will live on, as a member of her world. Between Olivia Litlett's visits, and odd jobs he takes on, he'll find time to simply be happy and thank whatever greater force had let Noloty and himself meet and take pleasure in living, in the fact that his heart is beating and the fact that he has a little more time to live in this beautiful world of Noloty's.
