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"Why do you only come at night?" She asked, her voice a melodic whisper lingering in the cool night air.
"It's the time when no one else can see me... nobody but you," he said slowly, his baritone voice a pleasant sound in her ears. It sent chills down her spine that the chill wind could never cause. She walked toward him. The air lifted her long, dark hair, making it swirl in the breeze. She brought up a pale hand to touch his prominent jaw.
She drew her hand back when she felt the coolness of his face. It always surprised her how cold he felt. She was still not used to it.
"I’ve wanted to see you... every day, when you're not with me through the night, all I want is to see you" she whispered softly to him. Her violet eyes searched his, and a sense of yearn overcame her. She wanted to toss her arms around his neck, wanted to hold him, wanted to be held by him. She refrained.
"As always... I cannot. It is the very light that stops me from being with you," he said as his jade colored eyes gazed deeply into her. She always felt so small when he stared at her like that, his eyes piercing through her as though she were fragile glass. Another chill ran down her spine.
She allowed her hand to trail his jaw, and caressed the smooth surface of his skin. It was strong and taut like rope during a tug-of-war. She already felt herself getting accustomed to just how cold his body felt. He radiated with the cold much like ice trailed wisps of coolness, yet for some reason, his body warmed her more than the sun could. It was a feeling she had never experienced before.
"I know you can only come at night… for other reasons. I hate daylight. I’m afraid it is the only thing that keeps you from me," she said to him, her voice wavering. Her violet eyes flooded with tears that threatened to fall but didn’t. He brought his hand up and placed it over hers, their fingers entwining.
"Don't fear the light for me..." he said, his voice trailing away. His body had warmed with the heat that came off of her. She felt it and thought it was his own warmth, forgetting that he could never be warm again.
"I cannot endure you living in fear, not when my worries are turned into yours. Live for me, since I cannot. Feel happiness where sorrow takes my still heart. And when your life has passed you by, die a normal death, rather than living alone without actually being alive," he whispered into her ear. When he looked at her, his expression had changed. When before it had been taut with yearn that he resisted every moment they were together, now it had softened. The corner of his lips had drawn downward. Despite the sadness in his eyes, they still penetrated her. She felt herself naturally stiffen.
He lifted her face to his, his long brown tendrils curtaining his face. He kissed her, softly at first, and then pressed deeper against her lips. She melted into his boy, pressing herself against him. Her arms wrapped themselves around him, her hands searching the firmness of his back. His cold lips caused goose bumps to rise all over her body and caused her to shake.
Before she knew it, before she could really forget all that had happened, the reason why she could never be with him, it was over. She immediately missed the presence of his lips on her own.
His head rose from her mouth and he stared at her, his expression hardening once again. She could see something in his eyes that didn’t match the hardened expression of his face. She searched them, trying to figure out what it was. Before she could, he released her and turned away. He walked down the path away from the fountain they always met.
He didn’t turn around, not once, to look at her. He walked until the shadow of a willow tree had consumed him, obscuring him from her vision. She breathed hard, shallow, gasps as she watched him leave, unable to follow him, unable to move. Her body shook more than it had with the anticipation of his touch. She didn’t dare try to follow him even though her thoughts screamed at her to do so. Whatever had just happened glued her to the spot where she stood, her mind racing too much for her to make sense of it.
She looked down, looked to her right, and saw the concrete fountain where she always came to wait for his arrival at midnight. He was gone.
 Aeolith · Tue Apr 01, 2008 @ 03:11am · 0 Comments |
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