James

I was born with the wind.

I flew through the sky in a single night. My heart touched the rain, and I found love. We danced, she and I, while the storm cried around us, calling for us, thundering above us, and tearing us apart. When the rain poured forth its final tears, she melted in my arms, fading and then falling away before me. I cried out for my love, lost. Agony filled my thrashing mind; pain became my breath’s taking.

And when, at last, the storm blew away, I died with the wind, shattered, broken.

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