• A blank sky filled with pale grey clouds. Far below the clouds is a girl, her
    tears hidden by the falling rain. The thought of leaving everyone she cared for
    was unbearable. The fountain she stands by, almost frozen. The slight trickle of
    the water coming over the sides and down the ice-cycles formed around it. Her
    breath comes in soft white clouds of fog. The cold doesn't bother her, as her
    heart is already frozen. Then suddenly, as she looks up through her rain
    drenched hair, there is a figure. A figure in a long black trench coat and a
    black hat, an outfit she knew well. Underneath was a green and silver vest and
    baggy black pants covered with silver crosses, chains, symbols, and above all,
    watches. Ticking pocket watches, the old kind, but the figure is not old. It is
    a young man, with purple hair that shades over his kind face. There is a smile
    on the face, and barely visible is the glisten of green eyes. In his hand is a
    black umbrella, the kind used at funerals. The young man is not traveling on
    foot, but floating in the air. Through the grey clouds he drifts down and stands
    before the girl, opening the umbrella and putting it over her head. As usual he
    is silent, the loving smile on his face and in his eyes is enough. There is a
    pause as she stares at him with sadness. Then she grabs him around the waist and
    sobs. He slowly rests his arm over her shoulders. As he comforts her, time
    stops. The rain is frozen in the air, pedestrians are stopped in their tracks.
    After a few minutes the girl pulls away, wiping the water from her face. "Let it
    go, I have to leave....." She says, "I have to... I just-" She is stopped as the
    young man kisses her softly on the lips. "Goodbye." He says in a whisper. As
    time begins again the man is gone, disappeared as if he had left before anything
    had happened. The girl stood, astonished, that was the first word he had ever
    said to her. Perhaps the first word he had ever said to anyone. They where best
    friends, did he really kiss her? She mutters his name in her surprised daze
    "Miles...."

    "Oh I just had the most wonderfull dream.... Or was it a memory?"