• and so the fairy came down for her.
    she didn't even twitch when she saw the being.

    despite the many years she was taught they were purely fictional.

    she weakly battled it out in her brain.
    several assumptions clouding in, into a huge murky thought.

    maybe she's dreaming.
    maybe the lights are playing tricks on her.
    maybe the being isn't really floating.
    maybe, maybe....

    but the thought disappeared through another dark gap in her mind.
    all she could remember now was how he said goodbye. and how he cried.
    and how all that was still a question to her.

    but her mindless questioning was cut when the fairy spoke.
    she said she would grant her a wish. to ease her heart a little.

    she looked up to find a face so affected by pain that wasn't hers.
    she looked up to find a face that would never really understand it all.

    a wish.

    she uttered the first wish that came into her mind.

    make me bleed every time he thinks of me...

    the fairy looked sad but waved her wand nonetheless.
    she twirled and was gone in a puff of smoke.

    then, she was alone again.

    but both her wrists started to bleed like they were cut by sharp blades. and the blood continued to flow from her to the white sheets on her bed.

    suddenly her mind's clear.
    suddenly she's happy again.
    she grew weaker and the bleeding didn't stop.

    she prayed it never will.