He loves walking. He really does. Especially at night, when it's cold and calm and he can get the best view of the stars. He'll walk for the whole night sometimes. Just... walking.
I'm not sure where he goes but it must be nice there. He goes there nearly every night, though rarely without a goodbye. I go to sleep alone. Sometimes I stay up and wait for him.
It's different every time. You'd think he'd run out of things to say or ways to look. Sometimes he comes back through the window or the door. Once, he came out from under the bed! Goddess knows how he got down there.
He comes in tuxedos or rags, strange clothes I'm not sure how to describe. The only word I can think is foreign. He always looks gorgeous, though.
His leathery skin is pale with a green iridescent shine. His lips are full and smooth resting beneath his slightly pointed nose. Sharp black irises lay in emerald eyes. ears with large gages adorn the side of his head and a soft path of inky hair flows down the middle of his head. He has the most beautiful defined body with pointed (but not too pointed) nails that drive me crazy in the best way.
He is mine and I am his. That makes up for all the nights I wait, because every time I see him was just like the first. He is just as amazing and breathtakingly human as then.
Nonetheless, one thing always worries me. I know he is good. Too good to be natural. There must be something in him. Something dark...
