She laid on her back, in the wet grass, staring up at the clouds above. They swirled as if dancing slowly for her own personal amusement. She frown suddenly, there was a shift in the air, the scent off sandalwood igniting her senses. It was him, it was always him. She knew he would come, he always did. He said she would call to him, but in truth he was calling for her. She wasn't one to be seen, she was only there when they needed her. The rest of the time she remain invisible to the rest off the world. He, as it seemed, needed her the most.
" Who am I?" He asked her. Slowly she smiled lifting herself up, into a sitting position, to face the boy in front of her.
" Yes." Her eyes light up. "Who are you?"
He rolled his eyes, lopping down next to her in the grass. "Ari." She smiled watching the confusion and frustration crease his classic face.
" Why do you always make thing so irritating." He sighed flopping so he was now lying flat on the grass. He groaned, feeling the moisture soak his clothes.
"I never make things irritating, I ask a question, a simple one, you just choose to dwell on it."
" Must you play games with my head?"
She looked down at him, a smile creeping across her face.
"Now Reg, what ever makes you think I am playing with your head?"
"Ari." He groaned closing his eyes.
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