The Divide

There was a wish that floated around the thoughts of Ryzar. Fuelled by a fairytale and undying hope. He had reached the lowest rock which had no way of being crawled under so he let his mind go in to defining ideals. Short fantasies where triggered by an image of beauty, letting him escape from the gloom that was the make up of his existence. He held a photograph between trembling fingers and wished for the image to be real and an integral part of his life. That first desire would lead to another, then another until he had created a personified paradise.
The illusion was always dissolved by pain. His legs gave out a constant throb as the right side of his head pounded any chance of comfort. The medical world had no answers to his problem, he just had to sit it out and hope for better days. This he did, alone, willing the pain to stop without any success. Weeks dragged in to months with enough small improvements in his health to keep a will to live but living so long in pain was wearing down his psyche. As the body hinted at a return to well being his mind slowly dwindled in to oblivion. He had turned to alcohol, to unconsciousness and being totally disconnected from all except for the woman in the photograph. She stayed imprinted and omnipresent and was to be the one to bring him back to the land of the living.