Fragments

V

Inspired by the full moon I saw from my window last night and my neighbour's roof (this one isn't creepy and demented whoop whoop).

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A flicker of movement, a gleam of eyes, and the lightest of footsteps. These were the only giveaways that there was life in the dead of night. A figure cloaked in moonlight and shadow moved lithely across the rooftops, guided only by the moon and stars. His head turned, scouting for me. I smiled in the night.

"Over here." I breathed, straightening up on the sloped rooftop. He turned in my direction and I smiled, despite knowing he couldn't see it in the darkness. He was by my side in a flash, moving with a grace only he possessed. This was where he belonged, though; wrapped in shadow, silhouetted by moonlight, dancing along the skyline like a fanciful daydream.
His hand reached for mine, and then he was moving, pulling me with him, my very own Peter Pan whisking me away to Neverland.

And we were running, all inhibitions gone, wind streaming past our faces, running, flying, dancing. Feet light on the roofs of unknowing people, dodging chimneys, laughter floating from our lips, breaths in clouds of steam evaporating behind us.

I no longer felt the fear I did the first time he took me star running, when I was up on the roof and this mysterious figure appeared out of nowhere, offering whispered words and an outstretched hand.
Now I leapt from roof to roof like I was invincible - and in believing I was, that was what I had become. Invincible, like I could live forever, like I would die tomorrow, like I could fly and fall and soar. There was nothing in the night except us; us and our freedom, and the moon and the stars scattered across the sky.

And we didn't think about what would happen when we got back, slipping into the drudge of everyday life, the magic gone, the heaviness set in again. This was my only respite from that, and I dived into it without looking back, holding onto it for as long as I could before it faded away and I had to resign myself to waiting for another message delivered anonymously, telling me to be ready. But I didn't think about that. Tonight was ours, in all its freedom and glory and beauty, as we pelted across rooftops with less than a care in the world.

And it was like dreaming, and it was like flying, and it was ours alone.