The icy moonlight shone down on two figures standing in a room on the fourteenth floor of an apartment. The window showed the skyline, stars and Moon above them, the city lights, gleaming like tiny suns under them. The girl was graceful and willowy, her dirty blond hair shimmering silver and white. The boy was tall and lean, strong in his broad shoulders. His raven hair shone like ebony, his olive skin bleached white by the stars.
His deep, silky voice consoled her, despite her deepest fears, "Max, Max, you know I would never hurt you. There isn't any reason to be scared."
"That's what I'm afraid of Fang!" She nearly shouted back, "You left me once, after I had completely opened my heart and soul to you! What happens if we slip back into that and you leave me again? You crushed me once Fang, I would die if you left me again."
By now they were through the hallway, in front of the bedroom door. Their shadows silent mimics of their movements floating in to the bedroom.
Fang looked at Max, her large, chocolate eyes filled with tears and indecision. Max returned his gaze, seeing his obsidian eyes reflecting liquid silver. As if by instinct, Max knew what was going to happen, his face closing in towards hers, his soft, warm, gentle lips brushing over hers. She snapped out of the trance that she had fallen into to see Fang not three inches away from her. She jumped back, panic clear in her eyes, and hurt in his.
"Max," he whispered, "I don't know what will happen any more than you, but please, please, don't run from me. I know I screwed up whenI left, I know I just walked away, but I'm asking you, begging you for another chance."
She was suprised, Fang was begging for her to stay, not just being a presence as she flew away. She hesitated, and that was all the encouragement Fang needed.
He came towards Max, gently brushing his lips over hers, resting his hands on her waist, wanting her not to run, just to kiss. Her arms slid around his neck of their own accord. It was a sweet kiss, gentle and slow, enough to make her lose whatever doubts she had, enough to make her forget, if not heal, all the pain and the scars from when he left.
They kissed , caught between the Moon and the streetlights, on the fourteenth floor, so gentle and slow. It was, for one, innocent moment, perfect.