I had been here for centuries, dutifully rooted to my spot until the time came that I was forced to leave. One of the massive reptiles, standing hundreds of feet tall, was slowly stomping my way. I could feel the earth tremble beneath me in its quake as it marched, and I braced myself in fear and anticipation, waiting for it to move me. What adventures might await me in my new post? Would I land in a lake, beneath a tree, besides the tall grass? Or would I land next to one of my own kind? What would they be like? How many centuries would we stay besides one another?
And what if I grew to dislike them? What if I hated every second of being by their side? I was excited for a new change, and dreading it.
The beast made its way around me in a steadfast manner, and I sighed, both relieved and disappointed in its passing. Maybe a lifetime of solitude wouldn’t be so awful. But my hopes were not completely in vain. Because that’s where you came, fumbling out from between that behemoth’s toes. And I watched in awe as you rolled right to my side as if you were predestined to land here. And I stuttered as you gave your first hello.
From that moment on, I knew I wouldn’t want to spend the rest of eternity with anyone else.
Hundreds of years passed placidly in each other’s presence. We spoke often; every day in fact. But then again, there was no one else around to speak to. You told me of where you came from; you were a smooth stone carved by the endless caress of the lake’s lapping water. I denied this, pointing to a single, lonely dimple on the side of your face. You blushed as I pointed it out. You told me that there were no rocks such as myself where you came from, and you ogled and admired every one of my rough, jagged edges. I felt a little embarrassed under your stare.
One night, we watched as a dozen balls of roaring flame soared across the dark sky, blinding every other star that dared to show its face. They crashed against the earth in a sweltering pillar, and the gigantic lizards scrambled at the quake of the only thing bigger than them.
As you watched in awe, you asked if I thought this catastrophe would end with us being split apart, separated from one another for the rest of our endless lives.
I turned to face you, surprised by the fear in your tone. And, beneath the glowing red haze of the many shooting stars, I asked if you would be mine…
A few years after the massive explosion, we managed to keep at each other’s side. Slowly, the heavy beasts died off and were replaced with soft, wet snow. A few piled on top of you first. I can remember the panic in your voice as you asked me what was happening. I couldn’t answer, and I couldn’t wish it to stop. The snow piling around your beautiful granite face was a sight I just didn’t want to miss.
At every first light of dawn, you would break into laughter, saying that more snow had caught itself in my crevices and pores.
The bitter snow was worth listening to your laugh every morning.
After a few short weeks of constant snowfall, we were buried beneath the fresh powder. We were stuck there for many, many years, blinded from one another. But the snow did nothing to mute our conversations, and I reminded you every night of your everlasting beauty.
You were in the middle of retelling an old story, when suddenly the earth began to quake again. Completely blinded by the snow, you started your characteristic cry of panic, asking me what was going on.
I couldn’t answer, the hardened snow loosening in the shaking earth and embedding itself deeper into my pores, making me practically immoveable in this spot despite the quakes. I gave a slight sigh of relief knowing that I wouldn’t be able to move, and finding peace in that thought. That is, until you let out a bloodcurdling scream.
You were moving. The trembling earth was shaking you. You had no idea where you were going, which way the earth was shoving you, but you could feel the snow slide against your traction-less face. Your panic then rubbed off on me, and my mind frenzied with worst case scenarios. Would we be separated? Would either of us be broken? Would we have to live out the rest of our endless lives without the other? I couldn’t have that; I just couldn’t bear to live without you. We had been through decades of disaster, and I hadn’t seen you what could have been hundreds of centuries for all I knew! I couldn’t have it end that way. I called out to you, and you didn’t answer. My panic rose, and I screamed out your name a second time, my voice cracking in distress.
You said you couldn’t believe it. You said I actually sounded closer. You were coming towards me. Now you could only pray that you wouldn’t miss me.
My heart rose and fell at those words. You did sound closer, but you could just as easily pass me by. I shut my eyes and prayed for a miracle…
And that’s when I felt your smooth dimple slide right into one of my jagged arms. I blushed at first, in awe of my first time ever toughing you. You were so soft, and your hand was so smooth.
But my fluttering heart was silenced as the foot of a glacier slid right before our faces, freeing us from our frozen prison, and carving out a trench ten miles wide.
That could have been me, you whispered, your voice hoarse. I could have just been pulverized by that monster, you muttered as you looked at me for the first time in hundreds of years.
Our gazes locked, and my eyes watered at the realization that I had almost lost you. At the realization that nothing is forever when you live for all eternity.
Unwilling to let another horrific tragedy attempt to separate us, I grasped you tighter and asked you to marry me…
We were wed by the thaw, as the cheerful sun came to greet us every morning. Slowly, the snow melted to nurse a growing land of pure green.
You giggled at the sight of it all, jokingly predicting the rise of a new monster, deadlier than the towering reptilians that once roamed the same earth millions of years ago.
Together, we watched as the trench she was nearly buried in filled with sand and water, every day changing a little bit more, every day getting a little bit warmer. And every morning you would wake your happy husband with a kiss before he could proclaim himself the luckiest stone on the planet.
Your kisses mean the world to me. And even after a hundred thousand years of waking up to your kisses, I would still proclaim my happiness to the world, our arms still linked together.
One hot afternoon, basking in each other’s warmth, celebrating our eleven thousand, one hundred, and twenty seventh anniversary, we heard soft footfall behind us.
It was one of those hairless two-legs, you muttered to me. I asked you what they were doing so close to us. You couldn’t reply. We had seen many of them before, playing along the banks of the lake the glacier carved out centuries ago, but none had ventured so close to us before.
Suddenly, you squealed, and your grasp was pulled from mine. I screamed out your name, searching for you. Your place by my side was empty, and my heart plummeted to the earth.
You loved me. Your scream came from above. You loved me so much and nothing would ever change that. I turned up to see you in the hands of the furless two-legged creature. You loved me so much, and a whole eternity apart couldn’t change that. I screamed out your name, begging you to be dropped beside me once more. Your voice cracked as you screamed that these past years were fleeting, but you wouldn't want to spend a millennia any other way. I continued to beg you not to go, not to leave me alone again. I couldn’t make it alone. I couldn’t be without you.
The creature pulled back the naked arm that held my beloved, and swung it forward…
Your final proclamation of love faded into the distance before ending with a large splash in the lake. I listened as your voice drowned in the waters.
The two-leg casually walked away, unknowing of the heinous crime he had just committed, leaving me shaking in terrified disbelief. My heart crushed at the realization that my immortal life will now and forever be in crippling, lonely silence...681Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbcuVTzYnHp
