The Glass

There was a time, when beauty and purity were sacred. 1

In this time, a child was born, and her name became Allustria. Allustria for the luster of her skin and the lust that would certainly be her fate.2

So, her mother and father locked her behind a glass wall. So that her beauty might be seen buy not touched, and she might stay pure from the harms and evils of the world.3

Many people came to see Allustria, and all her beauty from far away lands. She would just sit quietly and stare back at them through the glass smiling from time to time for small girls in awe of her beauty. 4

One day, a boy came to see her. He was a well dressed boy, but very humble. He walked up to the glass and set his hand against it. Allustria looked up and immediately he fell in love with her.5

He started spending all his time in front of the glass, gazing with love sickness at Allustria. He watched her every move. Allustria became so used to him being there she just went about her daily routine. But sometimes she would come up and put her hand to the glass against his.6

Well, the boy begged and begged Allustria's father and mother to let him be with her somehow, but they refused. 7

In despair the boy sat in front of the glass weeping at beating against it. Allustria came and set her hand against the glass, then as he looked up into her eyes she mouthed,"I love you." He stood up and they pressed their lips against the glass in a makeshift kiss. They sat against the glass for what seemed a lifetime until Allustria fell asleep.8

*When she awoke she was horrified to find the glass, rose-petaled wiht the hue of her lover's blood. His body was pressed against what remained of the ominously shattered, translucent surface, as if it had become a part of some twisted painting of the dark allegory that was life. His face was gone, and his hands mangled to the bone. This was caused by his own feverish beating, frenzied rapping upon the glass. His hair was gone, he had torn it all out, as he had gone mad, and in the glass he had carved a heart, where on the floor next to him was his own, still beating steadily though his life was far gone, haning onto his mortal coil by a single, grotesque vein. 9

For you see, seeing his love but never being able to feel her kiss, to hold her, touch her, became too much for him to bear. The boy went mad. He tried to get to her in all his madness, and it was the death of him.10

After the death of her love, Allustria's luster faded. Her beautiful light hair became black as night. Her warm skin became pale and cold. Her lips lost their reddish color. The glass, the glass shattered, and Allustria roamed for the rest of her days, lost and heartbroken.11