His Light, Her Darkness.
It wasn't that she was a dull soul, she was quite the opposite actually. She was the loudest laugh and the brightest smile. She lit up every room she walked into, it was as if staring at the sun, and being blinded by its light...by her light. There was a spunk, a very pure form of her being that lifted her from the ordinary. She was the rainbow after the rain and the taste of bliss on a summers day. She bodied everything beautiful and innocent, the kind of girl that was only written about in novels, surreal and unrealistic. I supposed that's what drew him towards her, but it's almost natural that the darkness seeks light, and maybe she was the light missing in his dark world. But it wasn't a storybook romance, nothing about it could've been pre-written or even imagined. It wasn't that it was out of the world, or the kind of romance that the universe conspired to create. Even Shakespeare couldn't have created these characters because it was a tragedy far beyond star-crossed lovers, a passion more consuming than that of Romeo or his Juliet. For the most part, it wasn't even a love story, and I supposed it was because he ceased to exist in her narrative, he was purely imagined, a magician perhaps but not a lover, a soulmate I think, but beyond that beyond her, he was just the boy who brought her shadows into the light, the kind that was lurking in corners, the ones that had what most would call a darkness. It wasn't that he dull her shine, but rather polished away the gold plate to expose the corroding copper of her soul. It wasn't that he made her dark, but rather that he was able to expose it, and in exposing her darkness he consumed her light and she took refuge in his darkness. I supposed it was chaotic and self-harming, but she indulged in him to the point where she now forgot how to burn without him, and in his absence her flames were now just the whiff of smog, she was all burnt out, now just a lingering smell of smoke fading into the distance. She might've been his light, but he was her darkness without whom even the brightest day now had a gray cloud hanging over it.