JUST ONE DAY
Once upon a time in the land of countless stars and orange meadows, there lived a boy with half a heart. He had a mongrel named Devil, who was his imaginary companion. He lived in a crumbling tree house made of acacia. All that he had in his home was a bag of beans, a bundle of crumpled papers and a small satchel he held very dear - no one knew what was inside that brown satchel.
He rarely spoke but the walls of his tree house had some kind of carvings and writings on them; every now and then he would write something on the wall. Though he lived with half a heart, he hoped for something, blue heaven only knows. Every evening he watched the orange skies up on his tree top. Beyond the secret lake, beyond the moors, beyond the mountains and the pines, beyond the enchanted forest he could see a trace of a palace... his half heart was always drawn to it. Every sunset would mean another day without.
Right up on the horizon where his eyes gazed, there lived a princess, who herself has half a heart. Legend has it that she was a lovely princess born or magic and miracle. She had big brown eyes, long black silky hair, a golden heart, velvety skin and she smelled like a garden of flowers. She was the most beautiful girl in all the seven kingdoms in all of the earth. Her beauty was envied by Gods. She was the light, the gentle breeze, the calming warmth and all in all an angel in disguise. The kingdom however was crumbling and fading slowly because of a curse that was laid upon the princess; the kingdom would flourish if she smiles and would crumble a little every time she is sad. The lovely princess in all her beauty was sad deep inside and nobody ever knew why.
Every night she would stare into the night sky, waiting for her companion to arrive. You could tell how much she loved the moon just by its reflection in her teardrop. She would ride the moonlit skies on her imaginary companion- a black horse she called ‘silver’.
She would gallop across the black holes and galaxies, through the waning moon and stars, across the nebula and rich constellations, she would lie in the clouds with a thought in her head, only heaven knows what.
Life moved on for the boy and the girl and one fine day the boy walked a little deeper into the moors, not knowing that this would be a different day than the usual. As he walked he became curious, he walked a little further down, and a little further down, and a little more, until he reached the foot of the mountains where the pines begin. How curiosity knew no bounds and he starts to climb the mountain. For a second he looked back and thought, he got nothing to lose anyway, so he walked on. Through the green mountain and over the slopes he walked, the devil followed him barking at every twitch of a twig. They cross the tall pines, the six streams and the twelve caverns. Until they reached the edge of the enchanted forest. He paused for a while, he felt his precious satchel and thought to himself, I have everything I need right here with me, I got nothing to lose and he took a step in...
Far away the golden heart princess wasn’t feeling that well. Her heart was bruised and she wondered what to do. She was helpless and couldn’t save the kingdom from crumbling. Just to keep it alive she smiled once in a while, that kept it going. But deep inside she was longing for something, if only she knew.
Just as the boy stepped foot in the enchanted forest a lightening struck from the sky, the sound thereof was deafening, devil whimpered and sat at the boys feet trembling, the boy couldn’t see what was happening... all he knew was there was a heavy thunder and a blue streak of light cut through the skies and into the ground just a few feet away. Trembling he looks deep, and to his astonishment there was a voice which spoke.. it didn’t have a shape but yet it spoke. What do you seek stranger? The voice said. The boy replied I seek something priceless, something that I lack. The voice grinned and said what do you give in return? The boy thought for a moment and the only precious thing he held dear came to his mind. He touched the satchel and his heart shrunk. He slowly pulled it out and stretched it out and said .. here, this is everything I can give. The satchel vanished into thin air and all he could hear was a tingling as if from a piece of jewel or an anklet. The voice said, you get a million wishes for what you just gave up, call out your first one. The boy replied, I would choose the same wish a million times is that a valid wish? The voice answered, you’re a fool but yes it’s valid, now what is it that you want. The boy mustered courage and said it at last, I seek love, the one that I lack, I seek just one day where I could be loved and I can love. The voice replied, this could only happen if another wishes the same wish, and you would have time till sunset, and then it whisked away like a storm.
There was a lull, the boy kept wondering where his wish was... just then from deep inside the enchanted forest he could hear hooves, coming right at him, he could see from a distance it looked like someone was riding a black horse. It became clearer and he kept wondering, is it someone who wished the same thing as I did? Could it be the one?
As he was riding his thoughts, there she appeared, the most beautiful girl he has ever seen. His mouth gasped wide open, he wondered at her gorgeous appearance, the gold of her heart shone radiant on her face, the whiff of her smell captured his being, she smelt like the purple flowers from heaven, her brown eyes shot right through his heart and he stood speechless. She whispered, are you the one that wished? He murmured in silence, yes!
He had no idea of how he should be treating her, he stretched out his trembling hands and she held his fingertips. They both knew something was absolutely right in that instance, he held tighter, gathered his failing voice and said let’s walk. She gladly agreed.
Right there they walked, towards a nearby hill, she asked what have you wished for? He said I wished for you for a day. What would you do with me? She said. His voice was failing, he replied, I would hold your hand as long as this wish lasts. She smiled a little.
They came up to the hill and the evening birds started singing, there by a pool of water, by the willows they sit. Right in the horizon the skies start to turn orange, he knew what that means... his heart began to shudder. He clasped his fingers tighter and so she did. She spoke very little, but the silence was deafening between them. The sun starts to sink, he moved a little closer to her, she smiles, he puts his arm around her, she smiles again, they both don’t say a word they knew what each meant for the other.
The orange in the skies turns brighter and darker, they held each other right there by the willows, looking into each other’s eyes. The sun isn’t round anymore it’s half it’s shape. Tears roll down their eyes, they both know what this all means, he held her face and she holds his, their eyes locked in sight. A chance for a million words to be spoken but just the gaze meant it all. For in that moment not even a million words would mean half of what they mean. They could feel that they are both fading away ... they held on to each other tighter, as if to not lose each other. The half hearts embraced tighter, not wanting to let go and for time to not fade away. The merciless sun starts to sink deeper, in grief she questions him, why didn’t you ask for an eternity, and why just one day? He whispered in her ear, just one day with you is worth an eternity my love, and he kissed her right between the left ear and the little mole on her left eye, her tears trickled on his lips as he kissed. They held each other tighter and they begin to fade into think air. Little by little they disintegrate, their half hearts start to beat as one. The heaven shed a tear, the earth mounted, the skies seeped at the sight of what just happened. When the last fragment of their fragile bodies faded, all that was left by the willows was one full heart. The half hearts sure were meant to be one.
The next morning right where the heart lay, there grew a beautiful flower, it was purple and blue, the rarest of its kind. They were gone, into the most but their spirits were right there by the willows, giggling and laughing and running around. So the half hearts now full, loved each other happily ever after.