She was wrecked, falling apart.

Bruised and bleeding, Alisha lied on the dirty street floor; silent tears fell as she cried in pain and frustration. With broken bones and trembling hands, she suffered and hoped.

It was ok though, only in times like these would she show up. Her own beautiful, magical, special girl, with her deep brown eyes and glimmering white dress. Alisha wasn’t sure if she was an angel, or a ghost, or just a figment of her own lonely imagination. It didn’t matter, she loved her, and only felt true peace in her presence.

As the mysterious girl often did, she lied down by her side, and sung as she caressed Alisha’s curly dark hair and wounded face. The pain softened as her voice seeped into Alisha’s body, and spread through her blood until the hurt stopped. Her warm touch, filling Alisha with love and heartbreak, because as she suddenly appeared she also quickly disappeared.

The pain of not having her by her side, was always so much worse than any physical wound she could ever get. These tears, Alisha couldn’t stop nor control, and they fell ruthlessly as she imagined her heat gone from her fingers once again.

Before she slipped away into nothingness, Alisha grabbed her kind hand and kissed it.

She didn’t want to let go. Never. As the realization that she had to let her go hit her, another wave of unmitigated pain hit her bleeding heart.

Softly kissing the top of her head, wishing to kiss her lips instead, Alisha whispered, “As long as you still come to me, I will destroy my body just for the chance to see you once more.”

The girl that lived in her heart sadly smiled, and kissed her swollen lips. As if she promised Alisha to forever be with her, no matter what.

And then she was gone.