An Angel

Once upon a time, in a land far far away there was a girl named J. J was a strange girl. She lived by herself on the top of the hill. The hill was a strange hill. It had grass. The grass was blue, and at night, it glowed like the stars. On the very top of J's hill was a cottage. On top of the cottage was a tower. It was a stone tower. One night there was a rider and it was storming. He saw J's beautiful tower on the glowing blue hill and decided it would be a lovely refuge from the sotrm. J was sitting safe from the downpour under the open doorway of her cottage when a a face came out of the rain. The rider was surprised to see that someone lived in the cottage, and even more surprized that it could be such a fair young maiden.
"I'm sorry to disturb you. My name is Jim. I didn't realize anyone live here, and I was hoping to find refuge."
J looked at the man's long wet hair, flattened against his face and neck. He was handsome, but not in the way of most of the people she found attractive. There was something different about him. Something mysterious. He looked tired. His journey here had taken a lifetime. It had been so hard, it had taken so long, but somehow, it wasn't long enough. J moved from the doorway so as to let him in. Finally he could find some rest. Jim immediately collapsed on to J's comfortable looking couch. He looked off into a corner. There was silence, and then he began to cry,
"How did I get here?" Jim asked.
"Its going to be alright now. You're safe." said J.
"Back there. They loved me. Back there."
"What do you feel now"
"Nothing is real."
"Mothing was real. You're safe now."
"Shouldn't I go back?"
"You can't go back. Its too late now."
JIm looked at her. Tears streamed down his face and he looked distraught, but you could not tell that he had been crying. His eyes were not bloodshot, they were not red or puffy. His face similarly was not red. There was a strange warmness, a glow about him, yet at the same time, it didn't look warm at all. Jim locked his eyes on her. He stared. J felt uncomfortable, but she didn't show it, and took a step forward. Jim contuinued to starte. He looked confused, perplexed; hurt. He stood still, not taking his eyes off her. He walked slowly towards her, almost as if he didn't realize what he was doing. How he stood less than a foot away. He looked so sad.
"You will stay here? With me?"
"I will never leave."
Jim kissed her. It was a slow, sad kiss. It was a tragic kiss. A kiss that could kill. A kiss that made millions cry below. Far beneath J's Hill. The room began to brighten. Outside it had stopped raining. The room became nothing but white. Everything was gone. J and Jim began to face away as well. Starting at the feet, J and Jim began to be pulled away from each other, without their doing. They themselves then pulled away from each other and released the kiss, but too late. Everything was gone.