The words looked magical upon the glossy page,
Filled with enchantment and adventure and indescribable wonder.
With a careful touch she stroked them,
For they were her own.
She’d been right beside him from day one,
Through storms and seas and swamps,
Through deserts and forests and hills,
Over mountains and under tunnels and off cliffs.
He was her hero,
Her strength,
Her imagination made living through words.
She’d seen him meet the king,
Kill the enemy,
Kiss the lover.
She couldn’t bear to let him go and forget him and his wondrous land.
She couldn’t bear to write the last thought,
To form the last letter,
To read the last word.
Her heart was heavy as she kissed the page and sealed the envelope.
He was over.
They were over.
Then, before she could whisper goodbye, the likes of another was stirring, awakening.
Once upon a time . . .
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