You're Not my Person But You're Soft to Touch..

It was new, that made me like it less, but everything is new at one point. 

Her hands made a perfect pattern on the window, the cold outside held it for a moment before the inside snatched it away, no longer proof of life. Even though everything was chaos she was as elegant as a breeze. She held up the corner of her dress so it wouldn't disturb the snow as she descended the stairs to meet him. They stood apart from each other, as if unsure how to behave in what they thought was a dream. 

"We're only sleepwalkers" she said. He held her until she couldn't cry anymore. 

From that morning they were awake, they knew the horrible truths that the world hid behind the sky's grey clouds and the ones that stood in plain sight before them. It made her love him more, she didn't know if that was wrong, she didn't care. 

You've changed the setting, we're still the same.

The sky was different, it struggled to carry the weight of the scars it held. The buildings sometimes helped but never got too close, afraid of what might be waiting. 

It made her seem more delicate, he was without a doubt. Before, you knew what was real and what wasn't, now you weren't so sure.

You never trusted calm waters again.

He wondered if the heavens would believe it, if he could talk to someone who had only lived before, what they might say?

Afterwards, people lived in their own minds more than before. I don't think there was a way around it. Some said there was more to lose now, but I think we were just more aware of what could be taken from us.

She took the train down town, even though the smoke had cleared it still hurt her eyes. It took her three hours to take two steps towards them. He was a stranger but he watched her the whole time.

Everything moved around her, but she was still, he was still. He stood next to her and although both of them were staring, neither of them looked, like a painful game of hide and seek in which the players were unsure of who was to hide and who was to seek.

The stars held up a black velvet sky as he let his hand fall to meet hers. She exhaled a light cloud that hung in the cool air for a moment, before the wind carried it away. She reached out squeezing his two end fingers affectionately and in that space, she closed her eyes and they met for the first time.

They stood in silence as leaves coated the streets in the background. Words were overrated, they both knew that, so neither spoke, the moment said everything.

"I was waiting for someone else" she finally whispered.

He looked at her, "So was I".