LONGING

Months went by and the seasons changed. Soon the last leaf from the tree fell bringing winter upon the soils. Diya spent her days imprisoned in that one room. Slowly her bright eyes began to dim. If she wasn’t being a doll in front of Allister and the demon lords that served him, she was wasting away in the room staring out through the window. She exhaled as her breath fogged the glass.

“When was it that I realized I had begun to love you?” she muttered to herself. “Was it those sleepless nights I held your hands? Was it when I saw you being bashed in by Vanir? Or was it just you being next to me?” she rested her head against the wall as she hugged herself crouched on the window still. “Oh how I long for you.” she said. The feathers on her wings had begun to fall out.