The two wandered through the streets, pockets filled with Zydrate. Shilo felt on top of the world.

"It's such a rush," she said, smiling.

"I told you so," Graverobber said, watching her swing her arms happily. Without really thinking, he took one of her hands. She didn't show any sort of emotion, she just gently continued to swing their arms back and forth.

Graverobber suddenly felt a small raindrop hit his head. He smiled, he loved rain. It made their shit-hole of a city feel that much less shitty.

"Ah!" said Shilo, jumping. "Something wet just hit me!"

Graverobber laughed and turned to look at her. She had a confused look on her face and jumped again as another raindrop hit her. She was being serious.

"It's just rain, kid," he laughed.

Shilo looked up in surprise. "Rain?"

Graverobbers amusement faded. "Haven't you ever been out in the rain?"

Shilo shook her head. "I've read about it, and I've heard it on the windows," she replied. "But my dad always told me it could make me more sick…"

"Damn," whispered Graverobber. The rain started to come down harder and Shilo rushed for cover, pulling him along with her.

"Nope," said Graverobber, pulling off his jacket and tossing it under a nearby ledge. She'd need something dry in a moment. "You're going to get right into it."

He pulled Shilo back out into the rain, despite her laughing protests, and spun her around as the downpour began.

Laughing more, Shilo let go of him and put her face up to the rain. She tossed her arms out and spun in a circle. Graverobber stared at her in awe. She was possibly the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. She lit up the world around her like she was an angel. His angel.

Shilo looked back at Graverobber. His white, buttoned shirt stuck to his skin and beneath it she could see his well toned body. She blushed slightly as she thought of what it might be like to wrap her arms around that body. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't help her attraction to him.

She shook the thoughts out of her head and little drops of water flew off of her. She walked back over to him and he took her hand again.

Shilo looked up at him, smiling a little. He looked down and smiled back. Then, he pulled her back to where he'd hidden his coat, draped it around her, and the two walked down the street toward home.

…

The sun was beginning to shine weakly when Shilo and Graverobber got back to the apartment. It was late afternoon. However, with the little sleep Shilo had gotten the night before, she was getting tired.

"Do you think maybe I could get some sleep?" asked Shilo softly, staring into the bedroom.

"Yeah, kid," replied Graverobber, glancing at her and seeing her sway slightly. He started rummaging through the refrigerator.

Shilo continued to stand in the kitchen until Graverobber looked up at her expectantly. "I… umm… I sleep… better when you're… you know… next to me."

Graverobber tilted his head and squinted at her. "So, you're asking me to come sleep by you?"

Shilo swallowed embarrassed. "Never mind, it's fine," she said quickly, turning to walk away, thinking that she might try to drown herself in the shower.

Graverobber crossed quickly to her and took her wrist, before she could run. "Shilo, if you want me too, I will."

Shilo looked up in surprise at the tenderness in his voice. He was leaning close to her. "If it helps, I'll stay beside you while you sleep." He pressed his lips to her forehead. "I'll do anything for you."

Shilo couldn't breath. Their bodies were close and it made her heart race.

"Come on," he said softly, leading her into the bedroom.

Shilo lay down, and Graverobber sat beside her with his book. She started to doze when Graverobber gently took her hand. She smiled slightly. He was always there for her. He was her comfort. It made her think of when she was younger and was terrified of the dark. Her father had given her a night light, to bring a bit of light to the darkness. Now, her life was the darkness. And Graverobber was the one lighting it up.

She smiled and let out a tiny sigh, then fell asleep.

It was the first time she didn't dream.

…

Graverobber was content for the first time in years. Shilo and him had a life, a routine. They would go out, go to the ocean, or go shopping for books. Every once in a while he would take her to the grave yard with him, and even on some occasions, he would take her distributing, although she was often hesitant to shoot others up. When she stayed home, she would come up with crazy names to ask him. They ate together, read together, talked late into the mornings together, and always slept together.

Yes, he was content, but not completely.

He wanted Shilo more than anything. The scalpel sluts on the street no longer even caught his attention. They simply didn't even compare to Shilo. With every brush of skin, every stolen glance, he felt more and more drawn to her.

But Shilo was special. He knew he could not do anything until she showed that she wanted him too. And he wouldn't. So he stayed content with the way things were.

And the weeks passed.

…

Shilo heard the door open. "Is your name Dallas?" she called to Graverobber.

"I find that insulting," he called back.

Shilo giggled and crossed the name out.

Graverobber came and stood against the door, tearing huge chunks out of a chicken wing. "When are you gonna give it up?"

"When I find out your real name," said Shilo with a shrug.

Graverobber looked at her leaning over her new book. She was wearing a new dress he'd insisted on buying her. It was better than his shirt, but it certainly didn't help his attention span. He could see just a peek of cleavage.

Perv, he thought, looking away. Stop looking down her shirt.

He needed to think of something to break the silence, and it wasn't something she probably wanted to talk about, but he knew he would have to ask sometime.

"You dreamt last night," he prodded softly.

Shilo sighed and shook her head. "Unfortunately. I wasn't screaming was I?"

Graverobber shook his head. "No, but I do have a tear stained shirt from where your head was lying."

Shilo was quiet. Graverobber went and sat gently beside her. "Want to talk about it?"

Shilo brushed a tear from her eye. "Yesterday was my eighteenth birthday. I just had this dream about when I was younger and my dad threw me a party."

"Shit, kid," said Graverobber, feeling suddenly guilty. "You shoulda told me, I could have done something fun with you, rather than taking you to the depressing graveyard."

Through his guilt, Graverobber also felt a certain pleasure that he didn't even want to really admit to himself. The kid was an adult now, at least now she wasn't jail bait.

Don't think that way!

"The graveyard is fun," Shilo said, laughing.

"You're one creepy kid," laughed Graverobber. Well, at least she didn't seem to gloomy anymore. "Go to sleep, it's two in the morning."

Shilo stored her book under her pillow. She waited until Graverobber had turned out the light and was beside her, then she gently curled against his warm body. It was there that she felt safe.

Graverobber wanted Shilo, but what he didn't know was that she wanted him just as much.