My Angel
Rinoa walks around the makeshift kitchen. My eye's follow her as she reaches up and gets down the cereal and then the milk. She could make something so... trivial so... plain into something beautiful. I sigh quietly in my seat. I tap the pencil on the map before me. Planning an assassination on the Sorceress Edia was more hassle then its worth. But since it's what she wants (check), and she did hire us, I'm obligated to follow her directions. At least that's why I tell myself I feel compelled to do what she wants.
I pull out a tattered blank white sheet and place it on the map. I tap my pencil on the paper for a while before the words in my mind slowly spill onto my page.
My Angel
You bring sense to my crazy world.
I think I woke when I first saw you.
Your dress flowed like water around you as you danced,
And then you danced with me.
If I could have paused time it would have been then,
But then you left and I returned to slumber,
But chance returned you to me.
Everything about you makes me feel real
I try to tell you but the words get caught somewhere
I try to show you but I hesitate and like the butterfly you are you move
But the way you make me feel doesn't change and so...
I wait until you realise that now... I'm not dreaming
From the corner of my eye I see her move around the table to sit beside me. I take the page I wrote and hurriedly stuff it in my pocket. She places a bowl of cereal in front of me.
"Ahh... thanks" I mutter quietly.
"Whatever" She says, mimicking my favourite line. I watch her in profile beside me a content grin on her lips. Mine slowly turn up at the corners as well.