From below, he watched her sit at her window. He stood there, in awe, at the beauty of her movements. In his mind, he wanted her. Yet, he couldn't move from the position he was in. The rain dripped from the dark sky. He kept his distance, but remained fixed on her imaged until she moved from the window. She slept and he felt a power within that desired her. Tonight was the night that she would become his, forever.
She slept. The visions of her deceased parents played in her head. Her long brown hair caressed the satin pillow. She tossed and turned. Sweat formed on her brow and she felt weak with fear. Outside, a presence waited to take her away. His dark eyes played on. His rough handsome features formed and he became one with her. Their souls touched and he wanted to capture her, to take her away from the awful pain she endured. His soul knew what she felt. He felt her pain, her unbearable aching and he wanted to make her happy once more. She tossed once more before she woke. The dream suddenly ended and she exhaled, frightened. Her green eyes scanned the room for a familiar face, but the only thing she saw was the bare white walls. She felt the anxiety of her dream. She needed to get out of her room, out into the cool fresh air of the night. She longed to feel the embrace of the sky. She dressed out of her silk nightgown into blue jeans and a navy sweatshirt. She quickly ran for the door to escape the anger she felt. Her parents were dead and she had no one. No one to rely on. No one to turn to. She felt as if she was going to be all alone, forever. Outside he pondered. What could he do to make her see that they were meant to be together? He wanted her for the eternity that awaited them both.
All of a sudden he could smell her. Her warm soft fragrance echoed in the night. Out of the apartment doors she came quickly. He watched, hidden in the night, as she approached her small red car that waited in the parking lot. She got in and drove. He felt that he needed to follow her, to find out where she was going, and to help her escape her nightmares. He got into his black truck and followed. Their automobiles raced along. He stayed far enough away from her vehicle so she wouldn't panic. She turned a corner as the moon followed, to a small, deserted café beside the cinema on Locust Boulevard. He slowly joined her without her realizing. She curried into the café and took a seat in a booth. The booth was covered with leather the shade of blood. It squeaked as she took her place on the right. She brought out her journal as a short and chubby waitress brought over a menu. The waitress waited patiently as she only ordered coffee, black. He entered the doorway of the little café and found himself drawn to her. He walked slowly to the booth that she was in and looked at her elegance. She turned and looked at him. She felt his soul reach within her body, feeling his power and his beauty. He said, "May I sit down? I don't like to sit alone." She replied, "Sure. I don't like to sit alone, either."