As Eleanor Elise lay in the cool grass of November, the world is looking for her. Well, her world at least.

“Where is she?” He would ask, snarling his teeth and demanding an answer because the last one he got wasn’t what he wanted to hear. But what was he to do? He couldn’t just make things magically go his way. Not in his own personal purgatory.

Days, weeks, months stretch by and the knowers of Eleanor Elise dwindle down and down and down. Now only he looks, only he searches. God he wishes to see her again, feel her underneath the clauses of his hands. She was his and he hers. And now he has no one but himself.

So he wanders the Earth, searching for his long lost lover for all time. Maybe one day, he will reach that field. Where the grass is the greenest and the sky is the widest and where she is. He would lay by her side, not even parting in the death that would soon take him.

Eleanor Elise and her lover.