The Girl Across The River: Opening
He could recall the moment his eyes first fell on her vividly; the way her feet fell against the ground as she twirled in circles, how sparks flew up, surrounding her like small pixies kissing her body, the way her white dress fell against her pale skin, her golden hair billowing out behind her.
He remembered every curve, every movement, and every aspect of her entire being. She was captivating, astonishing, out of this world.
Most importantly, she was like nothing he had ever seen before.
He had sat quietly and watched her for hours, breath hitching every time she stepped too close to the fire. Or maybe it was the fact that it was like she was mingling with him, it was him burning around her, silhouetting her.
He knew he could never forget this night, no matter how much he tried, but deep down inside, he knew he didn't want to forget.