You come to me one night, in darkness. You do not speak, but walk purposefully towards where I sit, head buried in my hands. You lift my chin up with a finger; one look into your clear brown eyes and every ounce of control in my body evanesces. I hastily brush my tears away with the back of my hand, but you stop me. You pull me close to you, and I can feel your warmth. I feel your heart beat. Very quickly your warm body is against mine, my hands around your neck and yours around my waist. Your sweet breath leaves me dizzy. Your lips crush mine softly, but surely. My heart rate quickens, and my face begins to flush. Your hand moves to the small of my back, and you pull away slowly, but the sweet taste of gin and honey lingers in my mouth. Gently, you release my hands from around your neck, and drop yours from my waist. You back away slowly, and I begin to protest but you simply lift a finger to my lips and smile. My stone heart is melting. My breath catches tightly in my chest as you walk away from where I stand, shrinking slowly until nothing is left beside me but the empty darkness from which you came.