He looked up at the sky there, wondering.

The grass around him was damp with the night, the sky was a purple-black, the stars white sparkles that looked dim compared to the full moon that illuminated the landscape. It was chilly, the light breezes made him shiver- after all, he was clad only in pajama pants and an un-zipped sweatshirt.

He glanced down at himself, wondering. His skin was naturally a little tan, and all the bike rides him and his friends went on had only improved the tone. Muscles rippled beneath his skin, creating a modest six-pack and chiseled arms. His hair was a dark, choppy brown, his bangs hung stubbornly in front of sapphire eyes. He had forgotten to shave; stubble caressed his cheeks. And the pushed-up sleeves of his jacket revealed a medley of scars.

He saw the moon again and closed his eyes, seeing her face as he did so.

Oh… how he missed her.

It had been weeks already, but that same face and smile was all he could think about. When it was quiet, he could hear her laugh… when he was alone he could feel her touch. And when he would see her face in pictures, he would use every bit of his strength to not fall to his knees and beg her back.

She had never told him why she left him so alone.

He would tell her it would all be okay. She would just blow him away, and say it wouldn’t.

But then again, she was never too happy.

He ran his hands through his hair with a groan. Life was too complicated. She was too complicated.

But then why did he love her so?

Was it just the need? How the mind loves to be in love? Was it her beauty?

No, there had to be something.

Something definite. She could always make others happy... she could always make him smile. It was the best of times; it was the worst of times. And he would smile with her at his side.

And not to mention just how she was plain gorgeous…

A beautiful one, for sure. Golden blonde hair… bright green eyes… and oh, how he loved those lips. She could defiantly pull off the mini-skirt, too.

Well, he’d rather have her pull it off. She was good in that desire aspect too.

His sigh resounded through the golf course. They always used to go here. No one was around at night, and this one hill on the fifth hole provided seclusion and a great view of the sky. He saw it as “their spot.” Holy, sacred ground.

There was a rustle from behind, and he ignored it. Nothing really mattered nowadays.

“Uh…um…” a small voice quivered.

He groaned even louder. Couldn’t they see he was daydreaming, for Christ’s sake? He sat up and twisted to see the visitor.

It was her.

“H-hi…” she said. Her ivory cheeks we’re bright red.

“Why are you here?” he grumbled.

“I just thought you would be,” she told him as she stepped down the hill to sit down. She drew her knees up to her chest and hugged them there.

“Oh… do you wanna talk or something?”

“Yeah.”

His eyes opened wide. She usually wouldn’t even talk to him recently. And now here she was: right there, sitting beside him, clad in a sweatshirt and pants, just as he was.

“Umm… well, then,” he stuttered, rested an arm on one of his knees. “Are you okay?”

“Not really…” she was almost whispering.

“Oh…” was all he could manage.

“I feel empty.”

“That’s not good.”

“Yeah…” she closed her eyes.

He scratched his head. “Do you wanna go get something to eat, or-”

“No!” she glared over at him. “Not that kind of empty!”

“Yeah… I knew that…” he said. “I just wanted to make sure-”

“Whatever,” she turned her head away from him.

“Uh…” he continued, then collected his thoughts. “Look at me,” he commanded.

She didn’t move, just tensed her shoulders. He placed a hand on her and slowly she complied, pivoting her body. She looked him right in the eyes, those green pools told him what he needed to know.

He peeled her hands from her knees, stretched out her legs. He came closer to her, their lips almost touching, and he guided her to the ground. Atop her now, he could see it. She had been ignoring him for a reason.

He kissed her neck.

“I’m so sorry…” she told him.

“It’s gonna be okay.”

“I know…”

He unzipped her jacket, unsure what to expect; he was met by her bra: a light-purple, lacy, delicate thing. Their eyes made contact, and she smiled. She had been prepared for this. She slid her arms from the jacket and wrapped them around his waist.

He, on the other hand, wasn’t. He sighed and looked her over. She was such a delicate little thing, all skin and bones. He loved to feel her in his arms, to feel her beneath him. But he wasn’t ready to hurt her.

“No,” he said, shaking his head.

“What’s wrong?” she squeaked.

“Not tonight, my sweet.” He zipped her back up, cursing himself in the process.

He removed himself from atop her and lied himself down at her side. Pulling her into the nook of his arm, he could sense her confusion.

“I-” she said.

“Can we just lay here? The sky is beautiful tonight,” he whispered to her, kissing her hair.

“Um-”

“I love you,” he interrupted.

She exhaled against him. “I love you, too.”