Present, 21st century...
High above the ground she stood once more. Nearly on top of the hill. So why did it feel like she just shattered at the very bottom.
Cursing his and their existence. Wishing to turn back and never meeting him. Than rethinking the situation and laughing at her pathetic self for even entertaining that notion.
'What would he think of me, if he was here besides me listening to my scattered thoughts.'
She knew she would have broken down long before if not for him. He was her salvation and her savior, but also her damnation and her doom. She adored him and she couldn't endure him. Loving him with all of her heart and loathing him with her whole being. He was like her personal holy water and forbidden apple in one person.
All of this didn't matter anymore. Would never matter again. He was out of her reach. It was to late. To late to act. To late to react. To late to change events in their favor. To late to create a future for the two of them.
Why was the world still turning?
Why was nature allowed to look this beautiful?
Over a thousand years went by, but it seemed as if time stood still. Nothing really changed. Nether earth nor human. So why should her life, her existence have changed, if nothing else did? In the beginning alone and without him and in the present by herself and robbed of him.
Again she couldn't be with him. Again she had to stand aside, watch on and cry on the inside. Again Elijah was involved, wanted or not, passive or active. It was always Elijah in one way or another.
However...
...if only it wasn't Elijah.