It's her 18th birthday.
I didn't come before all her friends left, because I didn't want to intrude and make things awkward. What could be worse than all your friends thinking you are crazy because you are talking to air?
So I come in the night, when she just lay down to sleep.
I reach down to push a strand of hair out of her face.
She opens her eyes and smiles at me. She looks beautiful in the light of the moon.
'Hey', she greets me quietly and I sit down on the side of her bed.
'Happy Birthday, Jamie', I whisper and she leans in to hug me. I hold her tightly and breathe in her familiar scent.
'Did you have a nice day?', I ask and brush with my fingers through her short dark hair.
'Not as nice as it would have been with you.' , she answers and I blush.
She raises her hand to touch my cheek.
'Lune', she says suddenly and I raise my eyebrows in question.
'Your name. I'm calling you Lune.'
'What does it mean?', I ask with red cheeks and she smiles.
'It's french. It means moon.'
My stomach flutters, as if a thousand little bugs are trying to get out of it.
'Lune', I repeat.
Then she leans closer, and suddenly her lips are on mine.
I feel so alive like I never felt before.
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When Death Falls In Love
FantasiI am Death. But even Death has a heart. This is a short story gxg
