Heroina goes through another transformational journey on her way to the desert. Much like the Phoenix, she rises from her ashes after a spontaneous combustion incident. Her emergence from a catastrophe of this magnitude made her stronger, smarter, and more powerful.
Through the looking glass, Heroina sees her true colors, desires, and goals. Going through the seven stages of grief in a heartbeat, she wraps her loving arms around The King of Sorrows.
Feeling the drifting of Heroina, the King had stood still, when it's the hardest thing to do. Waited patiently and reaped the fruits of his resolve. The king was the king of sorrows for a reason. He had chosen to fall into Heroina's captivating vibe. Dreaming of becoming her knight in shining armor, it has taken him a second to realize Heroina neither needed nor desired to be saved. The damsel in distress concept was offensive to her. So, the king adapted to his circumstances. He learned to run with the wolf.
The King of Sorrows is the beta wolf in the pack. In the very simplest of terms, the beta male is the “second in command,” dominant over, all but, the alpha. Completely uninterested in social rank, the beta male assumes command of the pack if the current alpha is killed or injured. For this reason, a beta may have to perform the most delicate balancing act of any wolf. Being the gentlest wolf in the pack, he seems to know which rank suits him and is comfortable in his skin.
Heroina had her fair share of emotional turbulence in her natural habitat. With her newly rediscovered desires buried deep in her heart, she focused her energy on healing her wounds as she embarked on a road to self-discovery when she was left alone. Finding her new balance between the clashing civilizations who lived in her immortal soul, Heroina constructed a new life and redefined peace and happiness. The King of Sorrow going through this roller-coaster of a ride next to his alpha, Heroina, he weathered through the storm and lived to see another day.
***
Polaris was conflicted. Her heart was uncomfortable seeing The Lord of Red drift away from her reach as days passed by. She was happier than Heroina when she finally established a new normal. So, she waited for the lord to find the right frequency. But, he never did, at least, for a long enough time to dip in sorrow all alone.
The Lord of Red naturally had chosen to feel guilt, then moved on to acceptance with a dash of salt. Shortly after Heroina's departure, he read her last words of wisdom. She had written a will. Her words were meticulously chosen, the consequences calculated and all circumstances taken into account. Heroina wrote "You are the scale and the weight. Make balanced choices."
It took the Lord better parts of a decade to discover and re-discover the true meaning of these ever-so-brief words. Each time his perspective aligned with Heroina's, it was a day late and a dollar short. Timing is funny like that, its British sense of dark humor and sarcasm made the Lord slightly bitter.
Eventually, Polaris decided to be the North Star to the Red Lord fearing he might never find his way back home. It was like the Lord has gone to the desert on a walkabout but never returned.
Sharing the same role in a seemingly similar storyline, Polaris shared her deepest, darkest secrets with the Lord only to find out he has sensed a great level of conflict and already imagined every scenario. Having first damaged their relationship profoundly, the pair got over the hurt feelings and moved on. After all, the Red Lord was in a perpetual state of mediocre pain, much like a migraine patient.
Being the Florence Nightengale of the entire Earth, Polaris swiftly started picking up the pieces and putting the Lord back together. She soon realized there are not enough philosophy books nor perspectives she can offer to help this alpha lick his wounds. She never uttered the words but she knew that this was an issue of circumstances feat. timing.
From the dawn of time, Polaris believed Heroina and the Lord of Red were a toxic match whose story will likely end like Bonnie and Clyde's. She wished for a strong beta female for the Lord and an even stronger beta male for Heroina. She couldn't imagine two alphas together, thinking it will escalate rapidly only to destruct everything around them and with them in it. Now, she was contemplating whether this was worse than the eruption of that volcano.
Would you have played the hand to see where the chips may fall, or would you rather save yourself the heartbreak with the possibility of getting your heart torn apart forever?
No comments:
Post a Comment