I glance slowly towards my prize. The window, ever so slightly ajar. I remember that at one point this was what I strived for; your window, open and mocking; you, nestled softly between the covers. Dreaming, of what i didn't know. And as I think, it is just.

"Yes," I recall our distant conversations. "My window is always open. You know that." You always the tease.

On pure inpulse, I jump, out of the tree and onto the roof. A dull thud echos, and I'm suddenly fearful of having left my hiding place. I made my way up toward the opening. Trying to be as quiet as I could. I slide the window back, just enough fo rme to get through. First one leg then the other. I sit for a moment letting my eyes adjust to the dim light.

Scrambling down from my perch, almost falling onto the bed, I hear the most saddening thing. The Score. The nerve of this boy, I think. Then smiling, I am overcome with joy.

He lay peacefully, and I, beconed by his presence, move closer. Dragging my hand over the near-by desk. The marks I left, what lay here last...

Fragments of that night. Him, comforting me in my teenaged angst. How she had almost killed me. The playful knife fight between us. Him, falling for an angel. And how they now hated me.

Letting my fingers drop, the bed claws my mind. Innocence, it says to me. Innocence and nothing more.

I sit, leaning against the bed. Resting my head on the corner of his pillow, my arm next to his. Watching his angelic body radiate with heat.

I lay there for hours, almost crying from the memories that didn't seem to ever want to leave me. Of the shattered reflections, him and me. Finally dwelling on wether to stay or to leave. Looking towards the clock, I saw that it was almost 3:45 am. No, I decided it would be better if I left. Sitting up, almost knocking over the chair behind me.

I turn to leave. But remembering something I had wished to do, I bent over him, barely kissing his forehead.

Something he had once done to me. Still smileing, I turned, passing the desk I switched the CD to the last song. I crawled back through the window, jumping down onto the ground, I left. Hollow in mine memories, leaving only my heart behind.