Daisies and Tulips

“One day,” she whispers to the wind, “we’ll get our happy ending.” Her eyes trail the treeline, the daisies and the tulips that grow naturally all around, and, somewhere out there in the universe, they will see Guqqie again. And, now, at some time somewhere far away the two of them are dancing in the forest stretching miles out before them, never to be seen again, the local legends of starcrossed lovers pointing all their signs at the two, and the trees are tall and hovering and the forest is their home, and there are thousands of stars in the sky. “I’ll make sure of it.”