jazmin's fairytale : Purple Dust

Once upon a time, in a neighborhood far far away, existed a community where the undead and the living lived peacefully. This was the time when the ecosystem between them was not yet broken by what we so called as "progress". And during this time, existed a girl who looked just like any other ordinary girl would look like at that time. But this particular girl who shall remain nameless throughout this tale had a pixie-cut hair with the color of purple. Not the normal kind of purple but the kind of purple that you will make you wonder how on earth can hair be that purple.  A kind of purple that gleamed under the heat of the sun and glowed under the luminescent of the moon. Yes, the kind of purple that defines the color of magic.

And unfortunately, like any other girl at the age of 18, the girl with the purple hair found love. The hardest kind of love there is to love. Every single night after she surrendered herself to this love of hers, she will climb the highest mountain in the neighborhood to get as near as possible to the sky because that was where her lover was waiting for her. She would lie on her back from night till dawn looking at her soulmate, the Moon. 

"One fine day my love, I am going to come to you. Hold my word against me because I will never break it. Just you wait." She whispered. Then, just before the dawn came, when the night was the brightest, she would close her eyes and feel as the Moon shined on her, kissing every atom of her skin. "I love you too." She whispered back to the Moon. 

When the girl with the magical purple hair turned twenty-five, her "one fine day" came along. She had built a rocketship with the help of some of her zombie and dracula friends. You can never imagine how excited the girl was. After being in love from a far for too long, she can finally be reunited with the only love she had ever loved. And....

BLAST!!! 

Her journey went smoothly for approximately 4 hours. Do not ask me how and so on because I am as astounded as you guys are. When she finally met the Moon, oh, her poor little heart crumbled to the tiniest pieces ever known to mankind because all those kisses she had felt before were not from the Moon. The Moon did not shine at all, the Moon was only reflecting the ray from somewhere else. The Moon was never alive for her to be in  love with.

But she was determined to fine the ray that had kissed her more than a million times every single night. So she followed the light which the Moon was reflecting until she saw it. The shine that she had fell in love with from then till now. The shine that was so bright and colorful until it blinded her eyes but never, and I emphasize, never, had she felt so alive. She steered her rocketship  closer to the ray and she felt her tears trickled down her face. The happiest tears.

"I've been waiting for you." She heard the sweetest voice seeping in her ears that cracked her ribs and took her heart away for good. Then all of us from the Earth watched as the girl with the purple hair burned herself to death swallowed by the kiss of the Sun. "Oh Sun, it was you all along. How can I not see." That was her last words we heard coming from her.

Nowadays, when you are just sitting in the park, or somewhere outside in the open and you came upon a dust, purple in color, the magical kind of purple, that is the soul of the girl with the purple hair, spreading her love from the Sun to the Earth.

The End.

confession: just like any other fairy tale, this one too, comes with an advice

spread love, not hepatitis. 

ps: i've been meaning to post this fairy tale of mine for a long time. this was an experimental attempt. so pardon the errors along the way.