You're My thing
Taking lonely steps in the damp and dark night, noticing little of the world around, taking long breaths and hearing her heart pound heavily, and painfully.
Making no pause to look around, making a noise so quiet, so slight, yet someone was aware of it, someone that looked after her, as she did for him, but both of them avoided the direction in which they heard each other. Having no other tough that the one of touching each other in the darkness, to avoid anyone to see them, anything, to notice the way things were between them.
For such a behavior was unnatural, yet attractive, unexpected, but welcomed, strange, and forbidden in some way, they knew that such things must happen, for this were the times to do whatever they never did, or to know what they never knew.
How exactly they came to know that they thought the very same, was something neither of them knew, but they knew what they felt and they were aware of the consequences, as well as they were aware of the consequences of a "human's life", as they were and always would be animals.
"Who can tell to me what is good, or what is wrong" he could not had a most certain tough, "what animals do is not good nor bad, simply, is" but he knew that someway this seemed wrong, but in the other hand…
He made visual contact of her, so smooth and neat, so beautiful and bright as she was, and though, "who can I make this to her" but as she walks slowly and hesitantly towards him, he knows, that she also wants the very same he did.
He stares at his feet, as he starts walking towards her, trying to breath, but failing miserably feeling, as well a she did, his heart boom, and boom against his chest for this was the way things developed after a conversation about life, a conversation between a father, and his daughter, Heather.