Danny had just finished the third fight with a ghost that week. Checking his watch, he noticed it was 11:30. He was pretty cut up, so he decided to have Sam bandage him up as usual. As he floated on his back towards her home, he gazed at the moon, pale as Sam's ivory cheek. Paulina may have been beautiful, but Sam was the only girl who could make his breath catch in that unexplainable Sam way.
As Danny phased through her wall, he noticed the moonbeams splashing across her features, making her look pale as a marble statue as she slept. She looked so peaceful in her sleep, Danny decided not to rouse her. He watched her for a few minutes before he took off, searching for a certain type of location. Finally he found it.
Danny reached Paolo's 24-Hour Florist Shop a few minutes later. Turning back human, he walked in.
"Whoa, buddy, get in a bad fight?" asked the clerk.
No, pal, I thought it would be fun to dive into a pool full of razors. Here's your sign. Danny thought to himself. Instead, he simply stated, "I'd like to buy a bouquet of white roses."
"That'll be one-hundred and fifty dollars." Looking through his wallet, Danny decided to only go with one rose, the most he could afford, pricking himself as he grabbed it. As soon as he was back outside, he flew back to Sam.
Had Danny been human as he sat in her room watching her, he would have felt his heart leap into his throat. She had a look of simple elegance as she dozed. Danny watched as her stomach slowly rose and fell in time with her breathing. He wanted to reach out and take her hand, and he would have had he not minded disturbing her slumber. She let out a simple contented sigh as he gazed.
He stayed and kept watch until the sky shone a dark blue, the midnight blue that the day turns right before the sun comes up. Danny placed the rose near Sam's hand. He left no note. He wept as he realized something: as long as he was a superhero, Sam could never safely be his. That was why he could never admit his feelings for her, even if he wanted to. He knew how Sam felt about him, he just never let on.
His nonexistent heart ached at the knowledge that if he ever did admit his feelings for her, someone such as Vlad would find out eventually and use it for their own gain. His powers, while a great and wonderful gift, also came at a heavy and terrible price. Thy restricted him from ever truly giving his heart to a girl, and there never was anyone he'd rather give it to than the one he was with tonight. Kissing her tenderly on the forehead, he left.
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I hope you liked it. I got the idea from a painting on deviant art .com called "Gifts and Curses."