He’s a figure of the night, come to sooth her desire. But a savoir? Hardly…yet he does seem to comfort. Fire ignites, passion erupts, a dream like dance between two bodies, both forcing each other to that moment of bliss…

Seconds turn to minutes, minutes turn to hours, and as quickly as he arrived, he’s gone, leaving her only with a kiss to her forehead and a simple “goodbye”. She feels numb, emotionless…ghost-like, yet deep in her heart is the small hope that the day will come that she can call him hers and she’ll be claimed as his one and only.

Time goes by and nothing changes. Could it have only been a dream? Just a lovely fantasy? A screen lights up displaying his name, butterflies flutter, her heart skips a beat, a wide grin spreads across her face and she speaks

…Hello…hey, I miss you…what...wait…not like this…but you promised…CLICK

Her smile fades, heart slows and the butterflies die leaving nothing but helplessness in their place

He is a figure of the night, come to sooth her desire. But a savoir? Hardly…