rainbowgrenades
I never liked mythology.
I was obviously headed in the wrong direction when the road turned to dirt. I could no longer see any buildings in the distance and there was no sign around to indicate where I was.
"Where the hell am I?"
She stood before the altar where mere hours before was surrounded by friends and family she loved. She still wore the wedding dress that she would have gotten married in, if her fiancé had arrived.
He was no where to be found though.
She was now all alone with mascara tears stained upon her cheeks.
She could alter anything she wanted with just the flick of her wrist.
If she wanted the grass to be purple, then she would make the grass purple.
If she wanted the sky to be orange, the sky would be orange.
And if she wanted someone dead, then you better pray to God that you were on her good side.
I watched as she attached paperclip by paperclip in order to make a long chain. It was as if I were a Christian standing right before God at the pearly white gates. She fascinated me, it was as simple as that.
She looked up at me as she tried to get the tiny piece through the loop, curious as to what I was staring at.
If she had asked, I would have replied "love".