It was there.
In the garden.
That I saw her.
Just as I came out the door, ready to run off and play in the woods, she just stood there.
Leaning against the wall.
She wore a red dress, with swirly black patterns printed on it.
Her long, dark hair was neatly collected into a shiny ponytail.
She smiled at me, and then quickly ran away.
And I died there and then.
In the few seconds that our eyes met, a bubbling sensation welled out from the earth beneath me.
It entered my soles and rushed up through my legs, reached my belly, and made it explode into a million pieces of swarming insects.
As the wave hit my heart, it got ripped open, and transformed into a cloud of vibrating, sparkling particles that flickered in all the colours I knew.
And some new ones.
An eternity passed.
Then I could hear the voice of my mother calling my name.
It sounded as if she was standing at the bottom of a deep well.
I slowly returned to my senses.
I have been looking for the girl ever since.