Denoxie

“Leave.” His voice was thunder and she cowered as she once did, a child hiding beneath the sheets from the unending downpour. “No. Never you.” Her voice was pure sunshine and she saw his walls cracking. She pushed. “Come with me.” 'Don't die here.' But he was ever the hero, selfless and true. And they were running out of time. “I can’t.” But his face spoke the words he would not voice. 'I'd love nothing more too.' She nodded, for what else was she to do? His last image of her would not be a woman in tears. “I’ll wait for you. By the clocktower until hallow’s eve.”

We met at midnight.  Isn’t that how these things usually start? You and I, two lovers of the dark. Neither of us fear the night, we live for the moments spent slipping between shadows and falling across rooftops, the unheard, the never seen. This life we lead is not one of fame, no mains or supporting cast to be found. We are but the stagehands, our deeds never known and our actions rarely spoken. You know this. I know that you do. Yet still.. Dancing hands make not a sound as skulking figure is on the prowl and still I see the light in me as you perform such selfless needs and so I feel a stirring in heart and mind that they’d