It was a full moon. He only ever went to her on the full moon. Otherwise she might awaken and find him there, which would never do.
He'd meant it; he really had, when he said he'd never be back. But he just loved her so much...and he knew she hadn't meant what she said then, but every single time he thought he could tell her...well, she'd be so angry if he did, so angry to find out that he'd been watching her all along, when she hadn't even know if he was safe.
So he didn't. He just watched, and waited. Sometimes he dreamt. The dreams were the worst. He would dream they'd never fought, that she'd accepted his proposal, and that they had a kid, and another was on the way.
But he knew it would never happen now. He'd never have the family he'd always dreamed of, children with her hair and his eyes. Or his hair and her eyes. Or kids that just looked like her. He wasn't picky, so long as she was their mother and he was their father.
It wouldn't be so bad, if she'd just date someone. Anyone. Just so that he'd know she was safe, and happy. Just so that he could finally let go. If she did, maybe he could get on with his life.
But he knew he was just fooling himself. Without her, he had no life. She was his life. He should have stayed. He knew that.
But for now, he just had to watch and wait. Wait for the day when his heart said they could be together again.
Until then, he would be forever cold.
