There was once a boy who, at every waking hour, did everything he could to find his love. He rose from his bed well before the sun rose from its horizon and would lay to rest only hours before dawn. Nothing, not even the Will of God could stop him, but when he was asked to define love all he could say was it's happiness. When he was asked to define happiness, the Boy mumbled in a whisper, searched for any memory or thought that was linked to the word, and found nothing. Sadly his first instinct was to raise the shield and extrude the sword. In frustration, he locked himself away into the darkness and faintly uttered incoherent thoughts to the one person who somewhat understood: himself.
Even though he knew not what love meant, he searched for a heart that fit so perfectly in his hands - a heart - any heart. He did not sleep. He did not eat. He did not live a single breath with his task forgotten. It was discouraging to find that every heart he tried so desperately to hold burned, like fire, in his hands and left only ash in its place. Even though this discouragement had taken action, the Boy was left assured that he would find Her.
After years of not finding her, he fell. While his head was beaten and disoriented, lying lifelessly on the pavement, he lost all physical will power to carry on. His heart stopped. With one last feeble attempt, he raised his head and glanced onward. He found a peculiar girl with the smile of an angel and the gait so profoundly elegant that it made the Boy's heart beat again. He walked over to her with his eyes so curious and tested her heart inside his forming embrace. He smiled, for the first time it seemed, and completely forgot Tragedy, that once held him so tightly.
The Darkness ripped from the Boy's skin and seeped into the cracks of the pavement as if it cowered away from her wonder and perpetual beauty. She was not just a flower some boy picked from the ground. She was more like an endless sea of flowers that swayed delicately in the wind as pollen slowly rose from their surface. This sea sank the Boy's ship and drowned him in its love.
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