Echo.

In an empty four by four room, a lone window overlooks the majestic hills. The roach on the opposite wall often beats it's antennae together to hear the sound being reflected from the magnanimous mountain. It pleased her.

The strange aura of dictatorship from the mountain, how it held within the power to break or build anything, starting from a sound to a season, enticed the roach.

One day, she decided, she wanted to go upfront and feel the mountain, for herself. Ignoring everyone, she clicked her toes together and started her voyage towards the great mountain of the north. She was scared, after all what does a roach say to the majestic king when she gets there...? She thought of something flattering yet witty to say to him once she got to the top. She reached the foothill and looked upwards... it was a long way from home, indeed and the path looked spuriously dangerous. But she gathered up all her courage and started her ascent. She saw a lot of little things on her way that reminded her of home and the comfort that she has left behind. But she had her mind set and focused on availing the love of her life for good.

She got to the top. The sheer magnanimity scared her lifeless but she held her ground. A look and she knew, he was all she wanted. She wanted to be the only echo he'd reflect...

But he never opened his eyes to look at her and left her at the top, all alone and cold.

She was just another echo.