Phantom Stalker
It was always a marvel how beautiful she was when she slept.
The moonlight would peer in through her window, shining across her face like some sort of magic even the late Houdini couldn't even manage to pull out such trick. The rays seemed to cause light to twinkle around her, and give her an ethereal glow that was untouched by mortal hands.
When he would come back from his late night excursions he couldn't stop himself from stopping. In many ways it could almost be said there was a force, something surreal that drew him to pass her window every time he turned towards home. Every night he would perch outside her room sometimes simply checking to make sure she was alright, or other times just to have a glance of her.
He did it once, worried about her after a case which almost took her life. Afterwards he'd wanted to stop by her window, just to make sure she was alright- swearing it was just this once- yet once the clouds parted and the silver threads fell across her calm face it was almost like a drug. He couldn't stop.
Mabye it was called stalking, after a while he didn't really care.
It was always amazing how the same woman filled with so much fire and passion during the day, the frazzled fighting fury could turn into such a tranquil angel in the moonlight.
Hair usually so mussed during the day looked as though it was gently tossed as it created a halo around her face. Hands lying open next to her as she lay on her side curled gently in a state of peace.
Every night he by some unknown power- he would return, and one look on his face and he could feel the same bindings shackling him back down again. Each link wrought with guilt, shame, and pain. Each ore used to make it so heavy that he would wonder late into the night if it was worth it- tugging them straining them, building one more link so he could glide across the night sky as a phantom.
Another work would come, another charge would be against him and another night of risk and bold jobs- but bathing himself in a sin he knew he would never wash clean.
She was his angel, but he wondered how long before his chain broke and he would be unable to see her. He wondered if his poker face would outlast that day...
But for now he was drawn back, coming to her like a drug he couldn't give up. She was his opium, his ecstasy-
His everything.
So as the moonlight wrapped around her, kissing her head that he would give the world to simply stroke just as a gently-
As he watched the stars smile at her face twinkling with their praise of their angel-
With the touch of wind that made it in through the small cracks in her window and stirred her hair with their loving touch-
He watched with the dancing shadows-
Holding his chains and praying that his angel might one day bring him to heaven's gates...
Praying for a redemption that only she could give..
But he knew that all this was just impossible and this would never take place, even with his face, she wouldn't be his, not even in dreams. He smiled ruefully as he moved his hand over his scar..
It will never be…
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