Acacia found herself alone in the woods. The sun was setting, but it already seemed like night beneath the canopy of the trees. She sighed and let her mind wander, it was quite useless to keep herself from thinking about her beloved sister. She had been young, so very small and un-named when last she'd seen her. It was likely that she too was gone, but maybe...just maybe she was still out there.
It didn't matter though, she didn't know her name or what she would even look like anymore. She knew nothing about her, except that in her heart she felt that she was alive.
But does that even count? I feel alot of things, but it doesn't make them real...
Often doubt had filled her mind, she would lie awake late at night, trying to decide what it was exactly that kept her believing. It wasn't anything tangible, or even explainable...only that her heart didn't ache like it should if her sister was really gone.
It was hope, maybe a vain hope, but it was one of the few things she had left to hold on to.
He was another story. She had no clue about him either. She had even less to go on than her sister, at least she knew what her sister use to look like.
She had often thought about the mysterious stranger that had saved her. In each thought, in each dream--he was different than the time before. He was never the same, he was like a changing, shifting symbol of what she was searching for.
Exactly what I'm looking for---distant, imaginary, and unattainable.
As the night grew colder around her, she just stood there. The knot of her hair laying on her neck moved slightly in the blowing winds. It felt like a storm was coming--it fit her mood.
Was he even real? Was anything real anymore?
Maybe it had just been some kind of near-death experience...but that wasn't right. It was real, and the dreams were real. One day she would put a face to the one who had saved her.
