The glade was quite. The minuscule stars above hung like a curtain around the pale crescent moon. A figure appears in the clearing pacing back and forth by the tiny crystal clear stream that lazily wound its way through the centre to the edge of the trees. The whole world seemed to hold it breath as a shadow silently slips into the glade. The figure by the water stops its restless movement. The shadow steps into the light to reveal a young girl of nineteen. The figure by the stream, a boy of the same age, smiles warmly. They move towards each other a chill wind blows, the girl feels a tingle that tells her his using his magic. He smiles, love for her in his dark eyes, and points up. She looks up to see a rose appear in the heart of the now full moon. She looks away her eyes full of love and her heart with anguish. Her lovely eyes filling with a sea of tears, she reaches out to embrace him. His arms extend to meet hers... They never touch. Before she can reach those strong, safe arms, they vanish. The glade empty again seems to weep for the lovers. Their ghosts will continue to meet every night forever. Never allowed to touch. ~ Sniff, sniff. I forgot I had even written this, that and how sad it is. It to all those that have loved and lost. Plz R&R and let me know what you think. ~