It was summer, the sun had sunk beneath the horizon a decent amount of time ago, and while it was still light, the first stars were beginning to show in the east. We sat on the roof of the house that I, well I guess we lived in now.
I use to go up there every night, just to watch the stars and the moon. It was so peaceful, just me and the night sky, stretching away towards the birth of time and imagination; it was like a giant mural, where you created the stories, the myths, the characters, all of them etched by dreams and imagination.
I glanced nervously at the girl sitting next to me. She had grey eyes, brownish-blond hair the color of straw or wheat, and was awkwardly lanky: all long legs and arms. I picked nervously at the hem of my shirt, not sure if I should say something, do something, or draw attention to myself at all. She was staring up at the sky, in awe, as if she had never seen a star before, never seen the ineffable majesty of a tiny point of light, suspended in the air, so unreachable, untouchable, that it could very well be a trick of the mind, yet some magnanimous quality managed to seep its way into that tiny drop of light, and convince us all of its beauty, grace, splendor, and reality.
He mouth opened in a silent exclamation of wonder, as she gazed at the grandeur of the night sky. After several minutes, without looking at me, she said slowly, "I've never seen stars before. Well I have, but not like this…"
I looked at her in the dazzling brilliant gloom of the night sky. Despite the awkwardness of her form, she held some inexpressible quality, never quite conveyed, but it seemed as if grace and beauty danced just beneath her skin, merely waiting for the chance to blossom.
She slowly tore her eyes from the sky, turning her gaze upon me. I could still see wonderment in her eyes, yet behind the surface was something more, something enormous, primal, dangerous, beautiful and kind. Those storm cloud eyes nearly overflowed with passion and curiosity; I still blame her eyes. I suddenly found that I was approaching her face faster than I would have thought it possible to move. I struggled, fought, and battled, as I flew towards her, the whole time drawing closer in some strange, extraordinary rite, that no matter how much I dreaded, despised, and wanted no part of, some part of me knew if was fundamentally right.
And suddenly I found myself diving, swimming, plunging through those storm grey eyes…