The prince...

The prince was all alone.

There were no more stars in his eyes.

No glow when he smiled.

His steps had become void as he walked aimlessly across his kingdom. The kingdom used to be so magical; it used to be so perfect, just walking through its woods had always made him smile. It did not do its trick this time.

He even had difficulty keeping his eyes open, not because he was sleepy, but because he was numbed. It was like he could not bring himself to think clearly, like he was living in a dream, in a nightmare.

His memories were slowly drifting, and he could not bear to lose the mental images of those who had gone away. From his point of view, these images were all he had left. He should hold on to them as much as he could.

Suddenly the night came, and the prince found a place where he could settle. As he was the only one in his entire kingdom, he thought it was safe to simply lie under the stars.

The stars did not care to shine. The moon was covered by clouds. Even the magnificent night had decided to mourn with him.

When he tried to sleep, insomnia kicked in. He was so afraid. He felt so fragile and breakable, because nobody was there to protect him. Even in the safeness of his kingdom, he felt scared and exposed to all the dangers of the real world.

He decided to step out of his kingdom, and go back to reality.

As he slowly opened his eyes, he could see his bedroom; there was no cloudy sky over his head, only the same white ceiling.

No quiet sound of the wind through the trees, just some distant cars passing by.

He still felt all alone, his look was still gloomy and pale, he stilled refused to smile. Even though he had been told that his smile could light up the entire room.

He looked at his guitars; maybe some music would give him back the strength he had lost with time. Although he genuinely believed this was so, he could not even pick himself from the bed to grab one of them.

This is no good! – The prince thought, and as he was about to close his eyes and drift again onto his private kingdom, bottled up in his mind, he heard someone knocking on his door.

As he heard the voice of the person knocking, he remembered he was actually not alone, and although he still did not want to light up the room with his smile, he now knew there was somebody willing to dry his tears.

The shimmer in his eyes increased slightly, nobody else would have noticed, but I love this prince. And as I entered his bedroom I could see that he was doing better.

After I gave him a kiss, I reached for his guitar to hand it to him, and slowly but certainly, the magic and happiness started to enter his world again.