He stood at the base of the hill, keeping watch on her. He knew she was feeling morosely. He knew what caused her pain, and he knew she had come here to let go. His golden eyes watched as the moon cast its glow upon her and the wind teased her hair. It was a beautiful sight, not because the girl was necessarily beautiful but her soul truly was. His eyes narrowed imperceptibly as he studied her. She was unique. An enigma in a world with black and white views. Her treatment of him was confusing and intriguing, something he had not felt since his childhood.
As she turned, he locked eyes with her searching for something. Searching for the sign that she had truly let go. She had, but he could also see the defeat in her eyes. It bothered him immensely, she should not have her soul darkened by such a thing, yet he did nothing but stare at her. She turned her back to him and her focus once again on the light in the sky. The haloed effect of the clouds against the moon only enhanced the beauty standing atop the grassy knoll. He moved.