On A Balcony (ALT Version)

In the moonlight, her hair seemed otherworldly to him. As she smiled at him a lump rose in his throat and he managed only to choked out, “Hi.”1

She seemed to look right through him and know all his secrets and his fears. He wanted to run away but his feet refused to move.2

“What are doing here?” she asked, softly.3

Not knowing the answer, he just smiled and shrugged his shoulders.4

“I know why you’re here,” she told him. Afraid of her answer, he tried to speak but managed only a grunt. “Its fate,” she said confidently.5

“Maybe,” he replied.6

“Do you want know why I’m here?” she asked.7

Happy to focus the conversation on her, he nodded.8

“I was going to jump off this balcony,” she said gravely. His eyes bulged in horror.9

“Why?” he asked, exasperated and simply stunned.10

“I’ve got nothing to live for,” she said plainly.11

“What do mean?”12

“All my life I’ve been a nobody and I can’t take it anymore,” she said looking over the balcony.13

"Why do you think that?" he asked with a certain amount of fear in his voice.14

"I’ve wasted my life."15

They both stood silent in the darkness the only sounds coming from the outer regions of the forest that enveloped them.16

"Are you happy?" she asked, turning around to face him. Her eyes were hard and soaked with tears. 17

Surprised at the question he managed a nod of his head. Staring deeply into him, she managed a placid smile 18

"Have you ever been told what a bad liar you are?" she asked, softly.19

"On many occasions," he said, with a frail laugh. Wiping the tears off her face, she looked out at the balcony and stared out at the moon.20

“I can see it in your eyes,” she whispered.21

“What?”22

“That you are unhappy.”23

“Yes, but unlike you I will not try to jump off this balcony.” 24

“No, you won't because you've already given up on life.” 25

“Yes, I suppose so,” he said with a sigh.26

“A stronger man would have disagreed with me.” 27

“But as you can see, I am not that man,” he replied.28

On the balcony a wind had begun to blow out a sorrowful cry. As his tears splashing softly on the ground, he watched the leaves float away into the darkness.29

“Why are you here?” she asked, softly.30

“Fate!” he said in bitter voice. His hands had begun to shake and his upper lip quivered. “Life is not what I thought it would be,” he said with a cracking voice.31

“No, its not,” she said with a laugh. Her hair flew around as the wind began to blow harder. 32

“It doesn’t have to be this way,” he said, as he looked up her moody green eyes. 33

"But it is.”34

“Dammit. We can change!” he screamed tearfully. Laughing, she shook her head and walked toward him. Grabbing his hands, she kissed them softly.35

“We can’t change who we are,” she said, mournfully.36

“Why not?” he demanded. 37

“I don’t know,” she with a shrug of her shoulders. “It’s just life.”38

Grabbing her waist, he looked at her small lips and kissed them with a bluntness that made his lips hurt. The winds began to blow forcefully and the autumn leaves on the floor began to whirl around them. Pulling away, her eyes narrowed and her mouth began to pout.39

“What was that for?” she asked, breathlessly.40

“I don’t know,” he answered honestly. Dropping his hands, she looked up him at with daggered eyes and shook her head.41

“Why are you here?” she asked again.42

“I am here,” he said, with a horse voice, “so that I can hold you.”43

“I don’t need someone to hold.”44

“Neither do I.” Looking deeply into her eyes he leaned in and felt the softness of her lips on his. Nothing moved and save his heartbeat. Her eyes softened as he pulled away 45

“You’re a terrible kisser you know,” she said gravely.46

“I know,” he said, with no emotion. Leaning in again her lips melded with his. Her hands gripped his tightly again as the air around them began to blow and chill them. 47

"What do you want?" she asked, as she slowly pulled away her lips.48

“Just you,” he said, with a faint smile.49