Happiness

Its funny she called you hope, one of the many things that I though was frivolous. A word given to man to make the darkest corner seem brighter. A word that was obsolete to me, until….. I promised to protect you, I promised to care for you, I promised to kill you. That's why I am alive today that stupid word hope actually meant something to me. In time I realized was always in you, but still I think maybe there's something else? The words hope's partner… When I look into those star twinkling emerald eyes maybe we give each other ……

It was another beautiful day, a day that seemed to come regularly in there little town in Italy, A small wisp of a town that wasn't even on the map. Here is where they choose to live, for the time being. As far as they knew they were not among the living, dead souls no longer roaming the Earth, but that was quite the opposite.

They were very much alive, and after the demise of the factory had been running. It was almost a year since the episode, but Amon knew that they were wanted fugitives and now both of them were registered on Zaizen's list of witches that were to be hunted. As long as they could not be found they could not be hunted, and that is why they were running. True they were not dangerous, and did not want to die, but if they could not be found they could not be hunted.

Amon looked out of there small kitchen window, he felt the soft breeze and heard the laughter of children on there summer vacation, somehow the sound seemed to be carried by the wind, almost as if to tell him something….. but what?

Frustrated he drew from the window, and came into there small living room. Deep in thought Amon did not realize the small framed woman sitting on the couch reading.

"Amon" she said like wind on water, gentle and caring as she was.

"Amon what's wrong?" she said again able to tell on his face there was something troubling him.

Amon felt those eyes burning a hole through his soul trying to see what was bothering him, so she can help. That was Robin's personality caring, gentle and peaceful. A rare person to come across, but a gift to the world none the less, to bad she would live her life in captivity.

"Nothing" he replied in the monotone voice he so well crafted and built to show no emotion. Sometimes Robin thought he really didn't have any, but that was before, in the past, a past she no longer bared to revisit. Now they could tell when something was wrong with each other. That's what isolation does to you and even thought Amon tried to hide it he felt things, maybe even to a greater extent than she did.

Robin sighed and it was back to the comfortable quiet they lived in, but then Amon broke the silence.

"What are you doing tomorrow?" again in his monotone voice.

"Nothing" she replied curtly "its Saturday tomorrow there are usually no activities on that day"

Amon nodded and turned to walk out of the room, but Robin asked him another question.

"Why?"

Amon turned back around to see Robin staring at him, she wore her hair down at home allowing her sun kissed wheat colored hair to flow down and around her shoulders, but still wore her trade mark black dress.

"Where going to a town a few miles from here to meet a contact" he turned and continued to walk away.

All she could do was watch him and pray that one day he would finally tell her what displeased him so. She hoped one day they would be free. She hoped many things, but the only thing she truly wished for is for him to be happy and with that thought she sighed and continued to read her book.

While Amon sat and watched her wondering to himself what was it the wind was trying to tell him, not only the wind but his heart and those star twinkling emerald green eyes that haunted his dream and night and plagued his thoughts during the day.