Silent As The Night.
xXx
It happened long ago. So long, she hadn't recognized him when he stood in front of her.
She was standing with her mother in the foreign market, tourists in search of an exotic meal, when he came.
Near silent as night, he arrived, his clothes ragged and filled with holes and covered in dirt.
He easily flowed in between the crack of the crowd, gray eyes filled with fiery determination.
She stood in awe, watching as he casually lifted an apple from one of the bustling stands, and slid away towards her.
He caught her eyes, his red hair making him stand out against the dull colors of the adult's clothes that seemed to rush around them, all faceless to her.
He shot her a quick grin, throwing the apple in the air and snatching it back.
She could feel her eyes widen and mouth drop open in awe.
He raised a small, red finger to his lips.
She stared for a moment before sending him a shy smile, and returned the gesture.
He disappeared into the crowd.
She felt her eyes prick up with tears, though she didn't know why.
He came, as silent as the night.
He left, as graceful as a ghost.
She was the only witness, his only friend.
And yet she didn't even know his name.
Years later, she found out, but she never remembered.
His smile was different, yet the same.
The same red hand was still there.
His red hair had turned a blinding shade of white, though the color was soon replaced with red.
A dark red dirtied his white hair, and he would disappear once again.
Silent as the night.
Graceful as a ghost.
And once again, her eyes filled with tears, and finally fell.
She wasn't his only witness.
She wasn't his only friend.
She knew his name.
So why was it she felt as if her heart was breaking?
xXx
He came, as silent as the night.
He left, as graceful as a ghost.
She fought, even through her fright.
She died, wishing for the most.
They both slept an eternal sleep.
Ignoring all of those who weeped.
[Fin.]