You are not Ray.
You are not my fiancé.
You are not my best friend.
You are not the love of my life.
Who are you?
Who are you to creep, unbidden, to the top of this tower?
Who are you to kiss me so unwilling?
Who are you to steal away my essence, my very consciousness on the night before such an important day?
What are you?
What are you doing in the realm of human beings?
What are you planning to do with my spirit?
What are your designs on the kingdoms?
How can you?
How can you change your form?
How can you believe that you will be allowed to get away with this?
How can you be so cruel?
You do not scare me.
You do not scare me with your true, monstrous form.
You do not scare me into thinking that hope is lost.
You do not scare me by tampering with what you do not understand.
Where are we?
Where are we going to?
Where are we to find that which you seek?
Where are we able to pause and try to figure out a reasonable solution?
Is it hate?
Is it hate for us who live in peace and happiness?
Is it hate that you have for yourself, for what other reason could you wish such destruction upon others?
Is it hatred of being alone, of being the only one of your kind in this world, that drives you?
I wish you would listen.
I wish you could listen to reason.
I wish you could listen to your heart which I cannot believe can be truly set to this task.
I wish you could listen to my voice, begging you to turn back and return me to myself.
It is dark.
It is dark throughout this nighttime in which we travel.
It is dark in your mind, where you allow ill-willed thoughts to dictate your actions.
It is dark in this cave where we have finally stopped.
You are leaving?
You are leaving me tethered to that stone which you flung carelessly at the wall.
You are leaving me here all alone?
You are leaving here to preform more hate-filled and despicable acts upon innocent people.
What shall I do?
What shall I do to get home?
What shall I do to reassure my friends, family and fiancé that I am here and unharmed?
What shall I do to pass the time?
I am trapped.
I am trapped by some unseen force that ties me to that pebble.
I am trapped by the inability to have any effect on my surroundings.
I am trapped with my own frustration and fear of what that creature is doing in my absence.
Time passes by.
Time passes by, a lot or a little, it is impossible to tell in here.
Time passes by, yet I do not get hungry nor grow tired.
Time passes by and still no one, not even that creature, comes.
I feel nothing.
I feel nothing in a very literal way; no hot or cold, no touch, or taste.
I feel nothing like the person that I usually am, I am becoming a ghost of myself.
I feel  nothing, save an occasional slight pressure on my ethereal body, possibly echoes of what is happening to my body back in Hope.
How long has it been?
How long has it been that I have been in this hole?
How long has it been since I saw the light of day, felt the warmth of the sun, caught the wind in my hair or grown anything other than hopelessness?
How long has it been now that I have not embraced my beloved?
Am I real?
Am I really here?
Am I really in this world any more?
Am I realizing that I will either be here, this way, forever, or simply fade away into nothingness?
I still have hope.
I still have hope that I will be miraculously rescued or will think of something new that will allow me to return home.
I still have hope that the creature might return, to give me a chance to speak with it and understand it, I might halt or hinder its plans.
I still have hope, because if I did not, I suspect that that there would be nothing left of me.
There is a light.
There is a light in this darkness.
There is a light burning brightly at the torch of one of Hope’s best soldiers.
There is a light that leads my beloved straight to me.
You.
You found me.
You never gave up and show me why I trust and love you more than any other.
You are Ray.