”Well, don’t give up hope. Perhaps one day you’ll know what it’s like to be in the sky.” He steps closer to her, closing the uncomfortable distance they had been giving each other. Such an awkward encounter, this. ”You’ll have to tell me all about it when you do.” He smiles quietly at her as she speaks of being safer on the ground and gives a thoughtful nod and an even more thoughtful gaze. ”There are always other ways to fly Adaline.” He murmurs softly, turning his gaze from her and back to the silvery sphere in the sky that seemed to be illuminating more brightly than before. The soaring of a heart in love, the thrill of an adventure. Not that he has experienced much of the first thing himself, probably why he lusted after it so often.
Why was he here? It should be a simple answer but he hesitates. Wrestling with some inner turmoil, he finally seems to come to a conclusion. ”I can’t seem to settle in one place for long and the Meadow seemed good enough for a night stroll.” For a moment he thought of telling her the full truth. I can never sleep due to the night terrors that plague me every time I close my eyes. I’ve returned to a home that barely recognizes me and is filled with regrets and ghosts. I am so terribly alone and it aches at the core of my being. Instead he simply smiles at her and enjoys the brief minutes he has of being with someone. She’s a far cry from the wraiths that claw at his dreams despite her strange looks. ”Do you live far from here?” Always happy to direct the conversation away from anything that might make him dredge up that darkness.
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