Here’s my story…
By: Allison K. Garcia
“She’s nothing but a mortal,” his father would say time after time.
It was true but every time he was reminded, the words shocked through him like a lightening bolt. It wasn’t her fault that she was born with a set number of years over her head. Rising and falling in the sky, her lifetime like one day in his unending life. The best day.
Though a mortal, she could love. Unable to wield nature, she wielded his heart. Blind to the future, she lived every day, unafraid. Only he trembled in her sight, in anticipation for one touch. For one hour in her arms was worth a thousand lifetimes.
Mother knew. She had the gift of sight. Before he could whisper at the possibly of relinquishing his immortality, her sun set. By my request, the mortals built her a statue. To commemorate our day but above all else, for love.