Once there was a girl who lived in lights. Not on a stage or film, but in the light of a home. Every morning when her master would wake up, she would wake up with him. Every night when he went to sleep, she would sleep as well.
The girl would bounce around the house going from kitchen, to dining hall, to where ever she was needed. If her master beckoned her, she would come.
One day, however, her master never called. She waited and waited until finally she was summoned by a crying woman who was looking for tissue box.
Her expression was somber, and her face was wet from tears.
The girl followed the woman around the house, through the hall, up the stairs, and into her master's study.
The woman walked across the floor and sat at the man's desk chair. The girl sat in front of her as the woman bent down and opened one of the desk drawers.
The girl couldn't see into the drawer, so the woman pulled her across the desk until she was right above it, for, as the girl knew, if she couldn't see, no one could see.
The woman left the girl on the edge of the desk, peering into the drawer. The girl could now see a stack of papers all lined up, nice and neat.
The woman reached in and pulled out an envelope. She rifled through the pages until she pulled out a piece of paper with the letters W, I, L, L across the front.
The girl couldn't read for she had never the need, only the ability to help others, which she did quite often.
As she watched the woman scan the page, the woman's eyes became more and more damp, eventually overflowing with tears and causing the paper to become wet.
The girl wished she could do something, but she was not the best at comforting.
When she would try to hold someone's hand, they usually got burned, or if she tried to speak, they would only hear her flicker and get annoyed. She had no ears, so she had no way of listening; all she could do was be there to help them see, which, for comforting, didn't always seem like a good thing. Most like to cry in the dark where no one can see them, but luckily for the girl, this woman decided to let the girl stay and sit with her as she cried over the piece of tear-soaked paper that was now stuck to the desk.
After that night, the woman started to come back to the house again, and again, until she was sleeping in the old master's bed.
The girl was sad to not see her old master, but it was not the first time a master had left and a new master had come. She assumed he was somewhere with the others, just like her new master would one day go to be as well.
The girl loved all of her masters, whether they would sit together all night at the desk, or barely beckon for her at all. She shared her light with all of them, for however long they stayed in her life, and never let the grief of her masters' absences burn out her flame. She knew that love did not fade with time, only that her time was now meant for another. So she held them all, letting her love for her masters ignite her light, making it grow brighter and brighter and never burn out.
