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Published: 2010-06-03 03:21:25 +0000 UTC; Views: 173; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 3
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Description The Bright Star shone through her window, casting her room in a golden glow. She was sleeping peacefully, her long curly brown hair fanned out behind her on her pillow, her chest rising and falling with every breath.

He appeared by her window, as he always did on these nights, and watched her sleep, his hands clasped in front of him. He wished he could go to her, cradle her in his arms as she slept, but he knew he couldn't. Not yet at least.

She stirred and slowly awoke, sitting up in her bed. She looked to her window and saw him, the image of the Angel that he was. A smile came to her lips but her aqua eyes betrayed her hurt.

His wings were folded against his back as he watched her get out of bed and walk smoothly toward him. She touched his cheek and he closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of her hand there, the warmth. He opened his eyes to look at her and his eyes were a bright golden color. She slowly drew her hand away to extend it only half way, palm up. He extended his hand and placed it on hers, palm to palm.

This simple gesture was everything. Her magic flooded around her at the contact and the Bright Star's glow intensified until it bathed her entire room in light, as if the Suns had risen.
In this moment, it was as if time stopped and nothing else mattered. But, all beautiful moments must end.

They drew their hands away slowly, saddened. He climbed through her window and extended his wings. With one last look at her, he took flight in the night, leaving her standing alone.
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define-yourself [2011-07-11 17:15:04 +0000 UTC]

Those are terrific ideas. Thank you!

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JumpySquirrel [2011-07-09 03:13:31 +0000 UTC]

You could call it Last Night or The Rising Sun?

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