She wanted to fly, to spread her wings like a bird and feel the wind beneath her, carrying her through the skies above. Sometimes she stood on the edge of the Astronomy Tower, her arms outstretched behind her and relishing in the feel of the wind rustling her long, wavy red hair off her face.
It was her place, her secret that no one knew about. She often snuck out after curfew in the late hours of night after lying awake for long periods of time, just thinking.
It was like a relief from all of the stress and grief she dealt with day in and day out; no one else understood. She was free, free from thoughts and feelings; it was just her and the wind and no one else.
Until late one night he had followed her out of curiosity and uncovered her secret, and it was no longer something nobody else knew about. It was no longer her secret, she had been exposed.
And they were now connected through the secret they shared, although neither would admit it aloud. And after that it became a sort of meeting place, where he would just sit in silence and watch her soar in the wind with that irresistible lopsided smile on his face as though he was never there at all.
And nobody else understood.