He walked out side, his arms wrapped around his body, trying desperately to keep in the body heat that was soon evading him. He pulled his thin white shirt closely to his body, the paper-thin material doing nothing to keep out the cool sea breezes. The air around him was thick with moisture, but the wind was cold and carried with it the stench of salt and dying things. He looked up at the sky, counting the stars above him, one by one. He gazed at the moon, the crystal ball of unwavering consistency. He muttered to himself in his own language, in his own world, in his own heart. "I'm keeping you hear."
She walked outside, shedding her blanket, the heat outside slapping her body as she stepped from her air conditioned room. She stepped on to her balcony, the heat entering her bones through her thin t-shirt and pajama bottoms, and she longed desperately to be back in her bed. But she felt the urge in her stomach, so she stepped out on to her balcony, the stone hard and grounding beneath her feet. The air around her smelled of lavender and hot summer asphalt. She looked up at the sky, counting the stars above her, one by one. She gazed at the moon, the crystal ball of unchanging control. She muttered to herself in her own way, in her own language, in her own heart and mind. "I'm not leaving."