The Swing creaked as the girl swung too and fro, too and fro. The wind blew her long silky hair covering her face and tear filled eyes. Her mascara had been running creating black rings under her beautiful hazel eyes which seamed so full of sorrow and pain. She was sobbing. Her breath came out in quick panicky gasps, but it didn’t seam like she cared. She was swinging faster now. And her tears flowed down her pale cheek staining them. She let back and looked up in search of the full moon and just then a shooting star blazed across the dark sky leaving a tail of fire behind it. She was distracted as he appeared from the bushes. He was walking slowly towards her, breathing deep and heavily as if he had been running. But she turned her face the other way not to show him that she was crying for him and wipes her tears with her sleeve. “Baby, im sorry” he started in a low and urgent voice. The tears flowed like a river now, and she couldn’t make it stop. He reached out his hand and grabbed the rusted chain of the swing. As it stopped he put his arms around her. She struggled to get loose. He pulled her closer to him and now she was weeping harder. She weakly tried to push him away but had no strength to fight against someone she loved more than life itself. He lifted her chin softly forcing her to look into his deep blue eyes, he too had been crying. Silence overcame them just like forgiveness. As she sank into his arms, a feeling of warmth filled her body. The same warmth that scared her and the same warmth that she could not live without.