Cloudy

He twirled her round and round. Until she was no longer sure which way was up and down. Until she could have sworn they were flying in the middle of a tornado.

It was too much. And it was not enough.

Opening her eyes, she found the misty figure was no longer there. She looked around wildly, and found his face in the clouds.

"Please…" She reached out, as if trying to touch his face while the twister spun her higher and higher. "A storm isn't gentle. A storm isn't kind." The cloud with his face gazed down at her sadly. "If the others find out… they will do more than separate us this time. You are a storm. You are powerful and violent and devastating. A storm should never have fallen in love with a flower.

Note: Once Again, Thank you, Creature of Shadow.