The Traveler

He entered a world of broken roads and crumbled dreams. On a path he knew few had ever traveled, yet she knew all too well.
All the signs told him of the dangers. Do not enter! He looked ahead where she stood amongst all the wreckage gazing back at him with a haunted look in her eyes. The chill that ran through him only pushed him forward verses deter him.
He stumbled and staggered through the path as though he was in total darkness. All the while he watched as she appeared to elegantly glide through the rubble and path cracked by destruction. He has fallen so many times and has only covered a short distance that he becomes afraid he may never catch up to her. In that moment when he starts to feel weakness creeping in he calls out to her. She stops and gradually turns to see his outstretched hand. Slowly she glides back toward him. She peers into his eyes with her haunted gaze and though his mind is screaming to look away he holds her stare. She was first to break and looks down to his extended hand. Reluctantly she gently takes hold.
They walked together. At first he focused only on the path and all the destruction wondering how he would ever get them to safety. Each passing thought brought pain, fear, anxiety that he may fail which seemed to only add to the destruction around them. He became consumed by the path and fell. He looked up at her in amazement as she floated next to him helping him back to his feet. She looked so fragile how can she so easily maneuver through all this destruction? She lifted his chin to bring his attention away from the chaotic world surrounding them to her haunted eyes. This time she held his stare. He saw through her distressed eyes to who she really was and at that moment a smile crossed her face.
He instantly noticed a difference in his journey. Soon he didn’t see the path or its destruction at all. He never thought to question just how he found this world. Realization sinks in that his own agony was the key that opened his awareness to this place. The moment he arrived he was only focused on the girl. He had only fooled himself thinking he was entering this world drawn in by the urge to save her. He was not just a visitor he was the newest creator. With a fresh understanding he looked back at her. The smile had left her face and her haunted eyes filled with sadness.
They met on a broken road that few had traveled. She knew the path well.