"You're leaving again."
It wasn't a question, just a statement of the fact My voice was sad yet, somehow words managed to come out as an accusation. I could see his expression change in the reflection of the window, but he didn't respond, he had his back to me, long blonde hair up to his waist falling messily down his back. The lights were out, I took a step forward trying to build up the courage to walk up to him, it bothered me not being able to see his face, to read his eyes, to find the bluest of skies staring back at me, waiting for me to reveal their secrets.
"We can't live forever, yeah"
He turned to place his strong hand on my face, tracing the shape of my neck. He used his free hand to pull my body closer, lowering his body so he could whisper in my ear. The way his lips moved over my ear made me shiver.
I didn't know I had been looking for him until he found me.
The truth was I didn't know what I'd been doing until he found me.
And now he was with me, he was mine. Mine as I wished him to be ever since the first time I saw him, mine as if we only belonged to each other, mine as if the world didn't exist, just our world. Him and I.
But he was leaving again, and again I didn't know why. His hand moved up my body in one swift movement, and both his hands now held my face just inches away from his.
He closed the space between us with one kiss. The way his lips collided with mine never ceased to leave me breathless. And then he jumped.
I didn't want one more day without him, and I wondered if he'd leave if he knew. I was left following his shadow making its way past the bridge, it was too dark for me to see any further. I comforted myself in the though of him coming back, because he always came back and I always liked it when he did. But I also was afraid he'd disappear in a cloud of smoke and I would wake up.
My cure and my disease. He didn't even knew my name, but I knew his.
Dei-da-ra.