Stardust in a Dark Cave

 Stardust in A Dark Cave:

The Fairy and the Goblin had long since separated, departing, their unique union had taken a tow on them both. The Fairy, seeking refuge, returned back to her homeland, the Land of Blooming Stars; no longer did she require the presence of a monstrous brute. She instead had begun to heal from a past she tucked away forever. There was no moonlight before she meant the Goblin, there was no happiness. Upon her leave, the moonlight grew dim, there was an entity that torn them both apart. 

Now, in her homeland she basks in the shining Sun, forgetting she loved once. Slowly. Slowly. Her glittered wings gain a confidence lost to her back in the Goblin’s Cave—they sprinkle stardust, inducing hypnotic healing sessions, she undergoes a metamorphosis. She gains strength robbed of her by the Mother Fairy; coopted by the Goblin’s gloom. She’s her own fairy now—her stardust now pink, her smile a beautiful blue and her Jet-black hair dangles wonderfully down her back. Her homeland has gifted her contentment, her smile has gifted her peace. She has become what all the fairies wished they could be; she has become one with her inner happiness, she has transcended her suffering and made peace with all that once tormented her. The Fairy, in a moment of where she appeared to ascend, colors herself green in glittering glee as she smiles at everything, but nothing at all; she dances with the pain which used to be her misery. 

While the Goblin has yet to leave to his cave. A dimly lit torch flickers at the mouth of the cave—the wind will soon blow it out with a kiss. There is no light within the cave. There is nothing but darkness. Darkness. Within the cave there is sadness afoot, set loose, it runs rampant in the poor Goblin’s cave. Before returning to her homeland the Fairy never left his side; he felt an emptiness unbeknownst to the depths of his stomach; emotion building up that he never once known; he felt a coldness sticking itself on his heart. He felt a grotesque regret, its eerie talons sunk into his belly—there was no glitter on his shoulder, no flower parades in his ear. There were no dance parties, there were no feasts, there were no jokes, no longer did love fill his cave. There was only darkness: flies buzzing, cicadas crying, crows singing, butterflies rejoicing. The Fairy had finally left his shoulder, the Goblin, reclusive, retreated within his cave forever.