He ran towards the crevice where they always met at the same time. She was already waiting for him. Their worlds were separated by a great wall, which somehow time had managed to penetrate. The crevice not only separated the hard stone but also the differences between their towns.
They met there amidst chance and destiny. They were so different and yet had so much in common. Every day they spoke through the small hole in the wall. He was of fire and she was of water, but what did it matter if, at the end of two completely different beings, something so shared had emerged?
However, compatibility was not the only thing growing between them; silent anguish accompanied them on their daily dates. That miracle seemed temporary and as if it were a curse dictated by an hourglass, each day the weight of the rock shortened the range of vision between the two worlds, threatening to separate them.
One morning, she arrived at their meeting point and the crevice was no longer there. For a moment she thought she was lost or that the place was not correct, but after a couple of minutes of confusion, she noticed the raw stone filled in and that the color of the sediment where the window was was different from the rest of the wall. Panic invaded her and she burst into tears; she was of water and the crying was so intense that due to the amount of tears, it began to rise and flood everything around her.
On the other side of the wall, he was scared and her crying filled him with desperation. He shouted with all his might and being of fire, he burned everything around him and flew into the sky like a rocket.
At the highest part of the wall, the scream ceased and the crying stopped. When they saw each other face to face, without walls or crevices to contain them, without thinking, on a mutual impulse they hugged. With a deep kiss, fire and water merged into a huge cloud of steam that rose into the sky. He and she were one.
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