I never truly saw the world until I saw her. She radiatied with innocence, with beauty, and with her purity. She was not only pure, but she was good. Her light, no her goodness sliced through the darkness of my demise. Upon the sight of her, all appeal the shadow world had held was no longer. Through the doorway and by the shadows I will gaze upon her. Like the light draws the moth to it, her goodness attracts me. We are opposites, but together our worlds will have balance; fore evil craves good like your body craves oxygen.
As the handle of the More Games store turned, Julian got nervous. No longer could he be satisfied with silent stares from the shadows. He needed to speak with her, needed to hear his goddess of good say his name. Now was the time to make his move. The glossy white box was sitting next to him on the counter. Tonight she will be his. As she entered, with her eyes like cypress trees and her hair like liquid gold, Juslian had to resist the urge to speak her name; he wanted to tell her everything. That'd he been watching her and been in love with her since she was just a scared child of five. That they belonged together, like day and night belong together, in the way that they complete each other. Alas, he musn't. Go with the plan, he had to remind himself; fore it's the only sure way.
She peered around the store throwing quizical glances at the oddities and the ancient-looking games, all the while tossing halfway glances at him. He caught her everytime and held her gaze. Finally her eyes landed on that pristine white glossy box. The single thing that would set their worlds in a spinning motion to collide once and for all. He knew she'd want it. He had made sure of that. With a wave of her hand and a friendly goodbye, she was leaving. His only response to her polite "see you later" was a quiet "at nine."