It wasn't poetic. It wasn't even really romantic but it was honest and truthful. It was what he wanted. It was how he felt. He got rid of it the first chance he got. He slipped it into her bag when she wasn't looking. He watched from around the corner as she opened it. As she read it. It said to meet him somewhere. She knew where.
He waited for her there. He'd been waiting for years. He closed his eyes and breathed slowly. He felt a fire rise up in his veins as he heard her footsteps on the stairs. He listened. He watched as the trap door in the floor was slowly pushed upward and she stepped through. She stood before him. She looked as if she was glowing. His heart caught in his throat.
He started to speak. She silenced him with a step forward. He couldn't move. Wouldn't move. She closed the distance between them with grace. He stood perfectly still as she reached up to his face. Her hand moved along his pale cheek bones. He could feel her cool fingertips against his skin. He wanted to touch her. To hold her. To kiss her. But she had forbade it. That was how it was going to work.
He raised his eye brows when she took his hand and held it in her own. His eyes met hers with a questioning stare. She smiled faintly as she held his hand against her own cheek. She knew. She kissed the palm of his hand. He could feel her soft skin moisten as a few stray tears clung to his fingertips.
He couldn't help it as he leaned closer to her. She looked up. Their eyes met. She didn't stop him as he kissed her softly. Gently. Deeply. She dropped his hand and strung her arms around his neck. He pulled her closer to him. Clothing wasn't an issue. It seemed to melt away. He never let of her. He couldn't let go. Wouldn't let go.
She cried.
He cried.
They cried together.
When sunlight struck their hideaway, he rose. He gathered his things and walked away. He would always walk away. He stared at the dawning sun. He took a deep breath. He walked toward the light.
She cried.
He died.
It wasn't poetic. It wasn't even really romantic but it was honest and truthful. It was what she wanted. It was how she felt. She read it with grace and beauty. It was his life. It was him. She couldn't let go. Wouldn't let go. They had to help her walk to him. There were flowers. There were tears.
She cried.
She sat alone. She was always alone. They didn't want to talk to her. They thought it would help. It didn't. She cried alone now. She needed someone to cry with. She wanted someone to cry with. He was gone. She was here. She had known. That's why she went to meet him. She knew he wouldn't be coming back.
His face appeared in her head. She saw him sitting next to her. Saw him lying next to her. She felt his hands on hers. She felt the fire. The passion. The love.
She saw him. He was beautiful. He was glowing. His hand held hers. She knew. That's why she'd come back. He took her by the hand. She wouldn't let go. Couldn't let go.
She whispered, "I'm afraid of falling..."
He came close. His hand craddled her cheek once more. He smiled.
He said, "I have wings."
People die, but real love is forever>>
A/N: I hope you liked it. Please review. This was pretty much inspired by the quote "She whispered 'I'm afraid of falling...' He said, 'I have wings.'" and by the song "Even In Death" by Evanesence.