Shadows - larry Stylinson

1 - prologue

Empty.
That's how the streets were.
All the street lights lit up the road in a pattern, creating random spotlights. The air was cold and the sky looked like an endless ocean of black. The stars shining and the crickets chirping.
London during the day was buzzing, busy and full of life. And at night it was quiet. Bars kept their sound condensed and homes had their doors locked.
The park was empty, one street lamp lighting up the area.
In the darkness tip toed a shadow.
It looked around to make sure no one was near, he checked every time even though he knew no one would be around. It walked along the side of the building that was across from the park.
Across the way out of the dark came another, both shadows stopped once they saw each other. Both shadows heads looked towards Big Ben, 5 minutes past midnight like always.
They glided to the street where they met, their hands reaching out and holding on.
They wished this was more real. The shadows were living the dream of their bodies wishes. They imagined what it felt like to touch each other but they couldn't feel it until their bodies felt it.
But being here and imagining was enough for them. And there they stood. Under the street lamp, as if the gods above were shining a spotlight on the two figures.
Every night they made sure to meet, every night after midnight.. they came here. And they would stand. They would touch and hold each other.. and sometimes.. they would even dance. Music or not they would twirl and move two hearts in one dance and one silent love.