Song for an Angel

Throughout the center of Westbridge, music could be heard, a delicately fingered guitar and a woman's soft voice singing. From where you stood, the words were unintelligible, but if you followed the sound to a small cafe just south of Market Square, and maybe made your way up the stairs onto the roof... Eleni sat on the round table, her legs crossed and her back towards the stairs that lead down to the cafe below. She swore at herself quietly, unsatisfied with her writing. In frustration, she strummed a few heavy chords on her guitar before taking a deep breath and beginning the song again. The guitar work was simple and pretty, a soft, melancholy song. Quietly, she sang: I didn't mean to leave you standing all alone; our last kiss passed through your window. I walked home through crowded streets, climbed into empty sheets, tried to tell myself that I had to go. But my heart it wants too much; it feeds on the fire of your unexpected touch. And your heart's just starting to awaken. How can I stay when I already am taken? Isn't this a lesson I've already learned? Playing with passion we'll all get burned. It takes courage to love you say, I don't know that I'm that brave. And there's no right or wrong that I've discerned. In truth, I think our hungers are the same: you long for my blood, and I'm addicted to the pain. No difference when I find myself lost in your embrace not knowing which flame to chase. And my heart she wants too much; she feeds on desire and your empathetic touch. And your heart's just starting to awaken. We tremble so close... maybe we're already breaking. Maybe we're already...... The song faded to a quick and quiet end, as if neither singer nor song were able to continue. She folded her arms around her guitar, looking out over the city, lost in her own thoughts.