“God wants to talk to you.”
She heard the sweet voice in her mind just as she was about to drift off to dreamland.
It was neither angry nor patronizing – the emotions she had grown accustomed to. So naturally, she blindly followed the echo.
At first, it led her to a tunnel. In front of the tunnel, blocking the path, lay a tiny stream. She halted here and trembled vicariously for a moment. For the girl could not see what lie beyond the stone walls and she worried that she would lose her soul before she saw some light again. It was at that moment that she heard a word she had forgotten.
“Trust.”
And so the girl leaped over the stream and found herself drowned in darkness. “Perhaps the stream was grander than I thought,” the girl whispered. But in the tunnel, there was no one to hear.
Many years she wandered alone but she was never lost. After all, not all those who wander are.
And then one day, there came a fork in the road. She couldn’t see it but then again, it is not the kind of thing that can be seen. The girl had a choice to make.
She knew that there were two options. One of the unseen paths led to light and true bliss while the other led to hardship, heartache and bleakness.
The first was a world she had never known but often dreamed of – where love emanated around her and she was a good person with people who loved her. The second was a world in which happiness could only come after great suffering and trial – a world very much like the one she had known for so long.
Suddenly, the girl became very confused. She would have stayed in that place between worlds forever if a single word hadn’t escaped her lips:
Love.
At first, she merely whispered it, recalling the way it felt and resonated on her lips. The word terrified her, yet thrilled her all at once. She began to experiment with the word, speaking it in different tones. Until finally, the girl found herself bursting with the force of the emotion, a flame lit.
“LOVE!”
She set her heart free.
There was flash and suddenly there he was; the one who had abandoned her. And she sat in a room of the greatest calming yellow light she had ever laid eyes on, on the most comfortable and beautiful bed ever crafted.
“You’re smiling,” he said to her.
“I’m happy,” she replied and looked down at herself. “I was in that tunnel a long time.”
“Do you ever miss me?” He asked her with a sure calmness in his voice.
She laughs a little and replies, “Everyday.” After a pause, she continues, “But while I was wandering, I found myself. I stopped living for you and started living for me.”
“Is that so?” He grinned and his blue eyes sparkled. But something was different – the piercing gaze did not hold the same power over the girl as it once did.
Realizing his old tricks were of no use, his expression changed. “So what path did you take?”
She closed her eyes for a second and finally released a long awaited sigh of relief. He began to get impatient and finally the girl spoke. “Don’t you see? There is no choice. Both paths are the same. There is no light without darkness. No love without pain. No joy without sorrow.”
“But you could have had anything you wanted in a perfect world. We could have been together forever.”
The girl laughed again. “Life isn’t meant to be perfect. And what you and I shared was wonderful and I will certainly never forget it, but it can never exist again – not even in an imaginary world.” She took her hand and touched his face. The same face that had turned away from her years ago looked a little sad now.
“You taught me how to love but what I really needed to learn was how to love myself. And I do now. Thank you.”
With that, she kissed his face, stared into his blue eyes for the very last time and woke up to find herself smiling into her pillow.
I realize all fiction stories didn't actually happen, but that's your job is to make the reader feel like it actually did even though it didn't. 
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