Living in a faction can be described as poetic.
We grew up in the dark together; trusting each other. We were of the same faction, and faction is stronger than blood.
Or so was thought.
I always felt out of place. The darkness wasn't light for me as it was for others.
There was one other that felt as I did.
Or so was thought.
Our love was of the simple type: slow to bloom, strong as steel. We were drawn to one another because we were different.
We diligently went to lessons because they were what was to be focused on in that present time, but the teachings were temporary our teachers did not understand our secret desires. The desire towards light, to each other.
While we waited in the dark, we knew each other; told secrets, kept lies. What did it matter what was said? We were children.
Or so was thought.
The day of reckoning came at last, and we were ready. Our destinies beat strong in our breasts. We would go together to the earth, where we would be safe and live a quiet life together.
The time drew near. I had made my choice.
Did you? Did you know then what you would do?
When I stepped forwards to announce my choice, I was proud. I chose the light and was accepted.
When you stepped forwards to announce your choice, you chose dark.
I stopped my celebration, unable to comprehend what you had done.
I could not reach you, you hid your face from me in shame.
And so I went into the light alone. Knowing no one, silencing my laughter that you had once said was like bubbling water. I could not break my solitude.
I thought of you every day.
I tried not to.
I thought of you anyways, you were in my every task, every movement. My soul could not forget knowing you.
Every morning I awoke early, disciplined to attend to my tasks in silence without complaint.
Secretly, I watched the skies. I would wait in my field until the lumbering iron horse would come through the horizon.
I would wait to see the bodies fly because I knew you were flying with them.
I would secretly watch every morning...
Until you flew no more.