This is very short one-shot that came out of no-where and has some emotions and ideas that by the end of it were confusing even me a little, I'm tired you see. Anyways, I'd love it if you could take a moment to read and review angels.

Luv, I-B-Y-F, xxx

“What’s this feeling Dan? What’s the burning in the pit of my stomach and the fluttering of my heart like a caged butterfly? Is it, well, is it love?” he asked, confusion evident on his face, brows frowning in consternation, not understanding, hoping for an answer. The other smiled softly, a gentle sympathetic smile, then spoke in a way reserved for those he cared about, in a tone one might use to explain something to a small child who cannot really comprehend what you’re saying, patronising, but warm and kind;

“It’s the memory of a sweet lingering goodbye kiss that burns with a shadow’s touch on your lips, warming you with remembrance; it’s the echo of bloodstained hands like silk that softly held you leaving their imprint on your heart.”

“Is that love Dan?” he asked again, confused still, praying that it was and that the quiet, composed man with the empty, soulless, grey eyes would replay their past and replace the memories with something of substance, as they once had been. The other glanced up at him, a faint shadow of pain threading like blue sky into the blank grey eyes, then got to his feet and brushing invisible dirt off his black slacks, he spoke. He heard a voice that was a mere whisper, reaching his ears on the softest breeze;

“No, not love” said the other gently, turning away from him, lithe form silhouetted by the dull glow of street lights. The silent apology was held aloft in the air, waiting for the words to be said, but they never came. “Never love” the other whispered, a tiniest hint of sadness lacing his hollow voice. The other walked away, leaving the apology as it was, never to be spoken, for it was not love of a simple kind, it was unutterable love, never to be voiced nor understood.

“It was love once I think” he said loudly, voice clear and resonant in the empty street, but still unsure, confused, even naïve perhaps. The other did not halt in his slow deliberate steps and continued to walk, “Aren’t you at all sorry Dan?” he said, voice hurt and childlike in its bittersweet sadness. The other did stop then, just for a moment, rolling the word out from his pink lips like he had never said it before in his life, but maybe he hadn’t. He waited while the other stood stock still. The other murmured the word softly;

“Sorry,” it was spicy and sweet on his tongue, the sweet taste of forgiving, letting go, but there, on the edge, he tasted the acidic, zesty tang of forgetting, an apology for a farewell, it was sharp and stung a little, but it was bittersweet. He asked again of the other;

“Well, aren’t you sorry?” The other smiled quietly to himself, a melancholy smile preparing for loneliness, then continued to walk away, throwing a seemingly casual response over his shoulder, letting it echo down the dark street;

“Sorry is a strange word of many meanings, as is the love you spoke of. But am I sorry? Is what you feel love?” the other sighed, allowing his troubles to fade away. “Perhaps” The other took a few more paces; his dark figure melting away into the shadows without another word, as though he’d simply vanished or faded away into the thin air. He stood alone in the street and understood all the other had said. How the feeling had longed to be called love, but it had been an impostor, begging for a chance to be real but it could never be real, just seeming it at the time and leaving a shadow so similar to what was true it could hardly be discerned as not. Nor could the apology, for how could someone who had never said the word sorry, say it and mean it. Perhaps was not the right word, the answer was no, of course the other was not sorry, what had he to be sorry for? He had never claimed that it was love, and he was right, it never had been and never would be: love.

So what do you think? Rather unlike my usual I think, but I quite like it.

Please review now you've read it sweets.

Bye.