She walked down the concrete walkway to the statue. It had been 2 years. Today was the anniversary. Her strange violet eyes looked up at the weathered stone. She wrapped her arms around her chest, hugging herself.
The weather was nice, the sun beat down, white clouds moved slowly and the wind blew gently. The park was clean and kids played. She smiled, her violet lips turned in a rare grin. She gazed down at herself, noting small changes that had happened over the years.
Her black tank with a purple dot and her midriff that had showed had elongated into a blood red tank top. Her black and white plaited skirt and purple tights changed to black cargo pants. She had put on weight and muscle as well. She had kept her combat boots over the years, they had been duct taped and repaired over the years. She cocked her head over the side, the flutter of a purple arm band on her right bicep catching her eye.
She looked up, searching the skies for him. The last few weeks had been hectic as the city hailed their resident hero. As they graduated high school and prepared to go to college. She knew that this day was important to him, to the whole city, the entire world in fact! But he had always made time for her.
It had been this day two years ago that they had finally kissed, that they had acknowledged each other's love. That they became a couple, an item, and had forged a bond that was speechless. She smiled seeing the streak of green that she called her own. Her highly trained eyes followed it as it disappeared behind a tree and a white flash appeared.
A boy walked out, changed as much as she was, and yet the same.
The mop that was his ebony colored hair had grown a few inches brushing the nape of his neck. Hers was slightly longer, brushing her shoulders. His eyes however sparkled, blue as the sky. He no longer wore his white t-shirt with red trimmings; he now wore a dark green t shirt that fitted tight around him, his muscles peeking out. His pants were the same faded blue jeans and he had traded his red and white sneakers for black boots. Lines were drawn across his face, stretched in a smile, his white teeth practically blinding her as he jogged up to her.
Without warning he scooped her up and inhaled her scent of moss and clean laundry. She laughed as he spun her around. She touched her boots back on the concrete and looked at him. She kissed him lightly on his soft lips, breathing in the delicious taste of his mint toothpaste.
"Sam…" He murmured, closing his eyes.
"Danny…" She whispered back, relaxing her shoulders.