What if everyday you went to the same spot, at the same time as another person. That person consuming your every waking thought when you were not there, not staring across the river watching their every movement as they followed your own. My person, the one that I watched, the one who watched me in return was Luke. Luke was good, he was soft and kind. I have snuck across on occasion and watched him, but he was my enemy, or so I was told since before I could remember.
From each side of the river, we continued to watch each other, waiting. I was waiting for the day we could meet, to talk with him, learn more about him, but that was never going to happen. We were enemies, his people used to slaughter my kind. We in turn killed hundreds of them. I was a phoenix a Fae, and today was the day I
