She glided along in the chilly night sky, her long black cape trailing after. Where was she now? Oh, Spain. The city lights blazed beneath her, like billions, trillions of little fireflies. The buildings gave a warm glow in the anbaric light. How beautiful, she thought as she passed it by.
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He couldn't take staring at the ceiling a minute longer. He sat up and walked out to the balcony, staring out at the city lights around him. Ah, the city, his city, his beautiful Madrid. He turned to look at the clock. 11:59, almost midnight. He went back to looking at the night sky. That's when he saw her. Her long dark cape trailing after her, her raven-black hair flowing in the breeze. He would stay up every night, just to see her.
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There he was again. The sight of him made her smile, and her passive heart melt. He was always there, on his balcony, watching as she passed by. She decided to go talk to him. Who would care if Midnight came a few minutes late?
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He leaned against the railing, eyes never leaving the beautiful figure in the sky. Wait, what is she doing? She's turning back? She was, he realized, and she was headed towards him. She glided closer and landed flawlessly by his side. One look into her dark blue eyes, and he was captivated. Or, maybe he always has been.
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She stared into his eyes, his beautiful brown eyes, and never wanted to leave his side. "Come with me," she said to him. She held out his hand and he took it. She led him up into the cold night air.
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"It's beautiful!" he exclaimed. His city was even more magical from the sky and more enchanting yet, because of who was by his side. She smiled, oh how he loved her smile, and said "Do you think so?" He could stay there forever.
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She wanted to stay there, with him, forever. But she could not. She had to move along, or Midnight would never reach past this sleeping city. She turned to him. "I must go now." He smiled sadly. "Goodbye, mi princesa de medianoche. Goodbye, my midnight princess." She pulled him into a fleeting kiss, before letting him down on his balcony. He probably won't remember her when he wakes up tomorrow. Maybe its better that way, she thought sadly.
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She was gone. He turned to his bed, and fell asleep. He would never forget her, and he would look for her every night, exactly at midnight.