She opens her arms in the space and she screams, and all the greens and reds and golds of the autumn scream with her. Her green eyes are alight with excitement and ecstasy and the wind blows carrying her mane of deep red with it.
The beautiful scent of her drifts over to what could have been.
The tall raven headed boy dances around her and his laugh is loud and young. The shimmering blues and browns and greens of his eyes are lit with mischief and maraudery.
And they are free.
The boy with a pinched face watches them, but what he sees is not real, for he sees visions of darkness and demons and jealousy. If he can't have her, no one can. The sallow depths of his eyes, the shear loneliness upon which lives, inhales him.
We're dying every second.
The girl stops her scream and looks to her companion; eyes alight with the future they'll share. A lily floats from the heavens, beautiful and pure just like her. The boy catches it, tucking it behind her ear, and it is the voice of envy who screams this time.
Lily, I love you.