Disclaimer: NOT PITTACUS LORE.

Sometimes I imagine that we were back in the Himalayas, that we were just normal Loric teens playing around on Earth.

We were walking on water, hand in hand.

Laughing, joking, sharing the occasional kiss. Doing normal teen stuff.

But sometimes, reality shatters this like I shatter ice.

Into a million pieces.

And then I know, that I am alone. That there is no more you, that there is no more us.

And then I know, that you were gone too soon.