Serendipity seemed to stalk us. If we looked closely, we could see her, fae with breath of wine and play. Our first embrace drew its life from our youth and our passion and our disregard and our cruelty. There were others who were played Gods with us, but that pain, that necessity to submit to limitations placed only fed our hunger. Our worlds collided as we broke faith, and in that moment, everything was beautiful and sad and lost.
We continued to meet, then, sometimes often, sometimes seldom, but always on May eve. May eve became an affirmation of the life within us, a ritual we began inadvertently that continued in spite of time and obligation and distance. It continued until she tired of the fae's magic and decided upon something safe. Something comprehensible. Something literal.
I was undone.