The summer night warmth
swept through the station.
The sun setting over the horizon,
casting the church in the distance
into silhouette. Billy sat,
as he had for weeks, months.
His words now flowed like a river,
and a spark of hope had burned away
the darkness inside. But in that time,
the face he saw in dreams
was still just a wispy memory to him.
Some dreams are not meant to be,
he whispered sadly.
As he glanced back
down at his page
something caught his eye.
A shadow against the sunset halo.
A voice singing high. An angel.
But those words.
Those words.
He knew them by heart,
for they were his heart,
laid out on a page.
His art given a new stage.
Melody sang,
every emotion
came flooding out.
Every happy tear,
every soulful line,
every smile.
Truth underlined.
She sang with all of her heart,
except the part she was holding open
in hope that he would walk in
and hold her there.
Billy fought the embarrassment,
always feared being centre of attention.
Now the whole station looked at him.
But in a moment of bravery, affection and
a realisation,
he listened to the song of destiny.
For the words said all they need to say.
'Come explore this world with me,
we have so much to see.'
And to melody he ran,
holding her hand.
Into eyes they gazed.
a feeling of belonging.
Of longing.
A shadow silhouette of a kiss
emblazoned by the sun.
The End of the Beginning
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