The Wild One Speaks
by Kristina Circelli
I found her as a child.
She sat at the window, cheeks stained with tears, flesh purple and tender. A broken silhouette, praying for an escape. Yet when I approached, she wasn’t afraid. No, the girl with the green eyes looked right at me, knowing me, challenging me.
I was just a boy then, one who didn’t understand what it meant to have those eyes locked on me. I was just a boy who loved to have fun, one who hoped those tears would dry with an adventure she’d never forget.
And our adventures were many.
Nothing frightened my new friend, my childhood playmate, my Arianna of the Stars. Over mountains she soared. Through trees she raced. Across pirate ships she battled, all with me by her side. Her laughter filled my soul, her gaze capturing my heart. Just as I was the boy who took away her pain, she was the girl who made me whole.
But I realized this all too late.
Each time she returned home, the sadness grew. There was a darkness there, a shadow waiting for her to return. And each time she returned to me, that sadness pushed us apart a little more. Eventually I learned what it was that frightened her so, but I was just a boy who could not save her from the darkness.
Soon, I could not coax a smile from her fresh face. I could not hear her laughter over the solitude. I could not open her eyes to the beauty that our world held – the world we created together.
And then one day, she disappeared.
The window where she once waited was closed, the sound of her voice but a whisper on the wind, the dreams we once shared slipping away into the darkness. I searched for her every night, never accepting that she was gone, even when the land, our shared world, began to suffer in her absence. I suffered in her absence.
But still I felt her, always there, always unreachable. Something was wrong, and it was up to me to save her, my Arianna. When I learned the truth of our separation, when I finally found her, many years had passed, turning me from boy to man – a choice I was forced to make to bring my Arianna to her salvation.
And with that choice came wanting.
It was then, when I first saw her wandering through the woods, that I realized how much had changed. No longer was she the gangly girl with wide green eyes and an impish grin. No, a woman stood before me, one that my mind and body and soul desired with burning passion. She was made to be mine, as I was made to be hers.
So I found a way through that barrier, found a way to bring her home. In the beginning, I worried she had forgotten me and our adventures, but then she looked at me, truly looked at me, I knew that she saw the man just as I saw the woman.
Our new adventures were just beginning. Adventures not of child’s play, but of passion. They call me Malachi, The Wild One. They call her Arianna, the Star Jumper. We created this world together, and together we make it whole.
I found her all grown up. And I’m never letting her go.
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