The woman looked at me, studying my face as if there was an answer on it to a question that she didn't ask.
"I was the first one created," she said at last. "Before everyone and everything else, there was him and me. And I was happy. But then he decided that I wasn't enough. He wanted more, and I was pushed to the side in favor of two others. I will fully admit that I was jealous of them, but I didn't wish them ill. I simply wanted to not be alone."
The look she gave me was enough to break my heart, and I was pretty sure that I didn't have one to break. The loneliness in her eyes told me more than I needed to know.
This perfect woman, one that was so sweet and innocent that even I wanted to protect to my dying day, had no one. Everyone in her life left her… in this prison surrounded by fields and fire.
