He is wild. Full of energy and anger. He demands attention. He can be a brat. But rose thinks so highly of him. She's never met someone so chaotic. The night she met him was utterly the most important night of her life. She stood front row, close enough to feel the heat of the flames that shot up high during a song. But he, the small guitarist, was even closer to the flames. He was a burning ember.
Her favourite song, mummy dust, was playing and he walked over. Dewdrop. She mouthed his name. He ever so slowly reached his hand out. More hands reached to him. He looked rose in the eyes. His hand moved so close, finger tips almost brushing her. Then he took his hand away and walked back by aether.
Once the concert ended, rose walked out. She parked really far but it was her lucky night. She walked past the back, where the buses were parked, just to get to the small café she had parked in front of. She saw him in his suit. Sleeves rolled up only to reveal black sleeves.
He just stared at her and she stared back. It was like a moment where they were on their own plane of existence. Only them and a million stars above their heads. She could never imagine having any feeling state like this. She was floating. It was almost a dream.
He reached his hand out and she reached for him. This time he finally held her hand. It felt like two puzzle pieces finally fitting together. Like whatever was lost all thier lives, they finally found. The search was over.
"Hi." He spoke. Like greeting an old friend. She smiled as her stomach became infested with butterflies.
"Hi." She said back. That was their I've missed you and sorry i took so long.
Finally two souls meant to be were connected again. And they weren't leaving each other. They belonged together.
The universe was perfectly aligned.
