Writer stared off into the night, seeing only The Actress … her
eyes, her smile, the joys and the sorrows she'd experienced, the
person she'd been, the roles she'd played and the life she had become.
Although she smiled a contented smile, in her eyes The Writer also
saw the person behind the roles life had cast for The Actress. He
saw the part she was born to play; the person she longed to be;
the life she was destined to live.
Writer desired with all his heart to set The Actress free, to help
her to become that part she'd always wished to perform. He closed
his eyes, still seeing her sweet smile, and a gentle melody of melancholy
hope drifted through the night, washing over him.
Writer awoke with a beautiful peacetopian dream in his heart. A
smile almost formed upon his lips as he began to compose a script
with, what he hoped would be, the perfect part for The Actress to
Actress cried tears of joy when The Writer brought his gift. And
when she performed the part he'd written for her, the audience was
inspired and empowered and profoundly moved by the moments of passion
she brought to life with his words.
the curtain fell and The Actress and The Writer embraced, the lingering
echo of laughter and tears and applause enveloped them in an endless
moment of triumphant afterglow.
Writer wanted to smile. But as he stared into her eyes, he knew,
as magical as the moment had been, and despite her outward appearance
of joy, that his gift wasn't enough; it was not all that he had
hoped to give. The Writer knew his heart would not be able to rest
until he'd created the perfect role The Actress longed to play.
and time again, The Writer presented The Actress with new scripts.
Each time her performance was more magical than the last. Each time
the world became much brighter and more hopeful than it had been
The Writer's heart became more heavy and restless; more filled with
aching and longing. His obsession blinded him from being able to
see anything inside The Actress's eyes, except the sadness in the
reflection of his own.
The Writer's eyes welled with the tears of his failure, The Actress
softly laughed and drew him closer. "Silly dreamer," she whispered.
"This is the life I've always longed to live…" They embraced, and
as he gazed into her eyes, he saw that it was so.
last he smiled.