Long evening, unfulfilled dreams and diamond stars of Scaris. Heavy thoughts of Rochelle that she is only a "second".

Evening Scaris is beautiful.

A brilliant scattering of iridescent stones lay in large clusters or small dots on the canvas of blue-black velvet. Occasionally, the quiet voices of local residents could be heard, but they slipped in the midst of darkness and died away somewhere in its mysterious depths. Rochelle sat on a narrow ledge between two pompous houses. The cornice was so narrow that it sometimes became terrible for the girl - no matter how she fell into this dark abyss of the terrible and completely romantic streets of the city. But at times Rochelle wanted to fall into this darkness and treat other people's dreams, like Twila, to have nightmares to protect him from bad emotions. The darkness in moments of loneliness so attracted her, for without him even the bright light for Rochelle seemed dull, sometimes even a blue-black hue, like the pure night sky of her native city.

A frisky midnight wind played with Rochelle's silky hair, gently fingering each curl and twisting it with the others. Goyle with pleasure breathed the fragrance of night freshness, feeling her belly fill with butterflies flying over the Scarisian fields in search of a beautiful flower for the night. Like her, looking for a guy is more beautiful, not to seem completely alone and sad, to at least for a moment drive away all thoughts about him, which she does not get, but because she does not try to fall in love with another, she everything was broken, only she would think about him again - about the same absurd as the Scarisian wind, which every evening throws her hair at the height of a bird's flight.

Every evening she waited for him here, at the height, where could be seen stretching the bright scattering of lights of the most romantic city in the whole universe - Scaris. Sometimes he forgot that she was waiting for him. This amusement was for Rochelle every time to come here and think about everything that is alive, about the fact that love does not last forever, that it is necessary to finally get off this thin cornice and fly to the place where it is waiting for the same unfortunate lovers. Or stay alive, but break your heart of stone.

"Beautiful, is not it?"

This is his voice. In the heart of Rochelle, the imprint of this slightly gruff voice of voice, forever, but with unforgettable gentle notes, barely audible, but so much heart-rending that I wanted to cry. It seemed, he put into the voice all the tenderness that was hidden in his body.

-Crazy. Scaris is the most beautiful city in this galaxy, "Rochelle said hoarsely, feeling her voice leave with her composure. - My most favorite city ...

"You are the most beautiful ornament of this city, Rochelle, do not deny it," the green-eyed handsome man sat down beside him. "Only you and your existence pull me to Scaris." Think about it...

Rochelle did not turn her head toward him, even though she knew perfectly well that Deuce Gorgon would now sit with her until he suddenly did not want to leave. She tried with all her heart to ignore the fact that his strong arms lay on her shoulders. But she felt that the treacherous tremor spreads through her body only from the fact that she was bursting with the joyful thought that he had come.

"Deuce, what about your girlfriend?" - tried to smile crookedly Rochelle, but, alas, the smirk came out bitter. "If you came here, then you were with her." You do not need me.

The narrow cornice barely contained two figures - one muscular, with shiny rounded muscles, another tender and fragile. In the darkness only eyes shone - neon-green, not hidden by dark lens of sunglasses, and pink, filled with endless tenderness and refinement. The full moon shone with silvery light on two people sitting on the roof of one of the houses of Scaris - the center of world romance, holding hands and talking about feelings, even if not completely mutual.

"But only next to you I can become different, only we can escape from the whole world alone." Peace, where there is no one but us.

Deuce tenderly embraced the girl by the shoulders and pressed her to him. And it's good that only the moon, a full-blown nocturnal goddess, witnessed that one of the hundreds of fans of Scaris, but so unique, sits in a silvery light and dreams. He dreams that once they can be alone with each other ...

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