She was the brightest of stars. Shyly beautiful, she walked with only the quietest steps. This star would move from one dark world to another, wrapped in the purest of light. Behind her she left a strange hole in the dark world, as fire does to the darkest and densest of forests. There was something about her quiet air, about her gentle caring touch. She could rust armors that swords could not break. And yet she looked always to be loved, as if none had praised her, none had held her, and none had spoken to her with care....

She hovered before him. Her lips a mere hair's breadth from his. She whispered calmly and encouragingly. Her breath brushed his lips as if it were his own. It was oddly sweet and warm. He dared not speak with her this close. To touch her at all would be like sacrilege. Oh, but he longed to... if only he could.

He was the darkest midnight. No star shown in his sky, and the moon was ever new. He knew no light and had struggled in this way forever. But, at times, he would see a candle flame and look on it wonderingly. What would it be like to hold that flame? To feel warmth on his skin? To feel love in his soul....

He hovered before her, looking down into her radiance. He listened to her words of hope and to her words of pain. He turned his head, so his breath did not touch her, and promised to be there. He wished he could be more, but to touch her he could not.

They were dark and light, day and night, the opposite sides of a similar coin. They are the ones who walk ever in twilight, and yet the ones who walk ever from it. They had both constructed their worlds apart from the world and they resided in each - alone....

They hovered before each other. Loving each other in the only way either one dared or would ever be able. They built a thin bridge between two different worlds and saw things in each other that the other didn't. If these visions were true or constructed these two beings could not tell. Nothing was certain to their muddled minds. Nothing was promised in their defensive psyches... And yet, he stood where her light shined warmly upon him and he watched in helplessness when she would cry. He daren't even wipe her tears.

The two beings hovered before each other, and he backed slowly away. They didn't speak. His eyes told her all as he slowly left. She knew he must go, and she would never dare hold him. She would never convince him of what she saw... He bowed and kissed her hand it was like a breath of a breeze, fleetingly brief. And she bid him hope that the wind would be ever at his back, for that was a traveler's blessing. One could not travel swiftly if one walked into the wind. He simply smiled and wished God's light upon her. Then turned and walked away.

So she hovered in uncertainty, the dawning day. And she watched the waning night leave her once more.

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