We stood in silence,

Draped in the pale rays of moonlight.

Things were not meant to be this way;

We were not meant to be apart.

Drawing ever closer with each throbbing step,

I felt the warmth of her presence

As I reached out for her pale, illuminating hand,

Trembling.

The warmth of her fingers brushing against mine

Pleased me for a moment,

A rush of ecstasy flowing throughout my veins

Until her pale lips pursed

And she pulled away,

The darkness in her eyes crumbling the few remaining shards of my heart.

"I dislike holding hands."

Her morbid voice spoke,

Draining all traces of emotion from my soul

As my feet halted,

Immobilized,

Standing alone,

Deserted.