They stood in the darkened hallway while the rain intensified outside. Their clothes dripped with moisture. Their breathing was heavy. The orange glow from the street lamp outside illuminated the droplets of water on the pane of glass above the door. Far in the distance thunder was stirring somewhere. A storm was brewing.

On the floor, a pool of water began to form creating and inpenetrable circle which pushed the two figures closer together. The silence that was all around engulfed their ears. Not a word passed between those perfect lips which quivered, glistened in the wavering light of a passing car.

A hand was swept upwards from out of the gloom, delicately brushing strands of limp hair from the others face. Searching fingertips danced across those gentle lips, pale as the moonlight which fell upon them.

Another hand met this inquisitive touch as a soft breath caught the first hand and moved it softly into a warm grasp, pressed against the beautiful flesh of a cheek.

An arm stretched through the shadows engulfing the other body in an inescapable embrace; never again to be broken.

They stood still. Lost in the moment. Drowned in memories.

From somewhere above them, music could be heard, quietly singing through the silence, carefully pushing aside the haze which had descented upon the hearts of the two people, allowing rays of sunlight to finally melt through the ice.
A contented sigh rose up to meet the lyrics swimming through the air, becoming entwined through the new, brighter song which filled both of their heads.

The first of the two dreamers laid their head on the others shoulder, their hair cascading over a thin, elegant neck. The second gently stroked the others forehead, gliding a sticky palm through jewelled beads of moisture.

Their lips met at last. A lifetime of waiting, thinking that it was never to happen. That they were never to be together. But fate had crossed their stars in the glittering pathways across the heavens.Nothing mattered to either of them anymore. They were one person now merging souls and hearts alike. The world could have ended on that very night but neither of them would have known. The constellations could have fallen from the sky taking the moon with them and that could not have spoiled the perfect bliss, the final peace that both of these lonely angels had longed for, had searched through time to find.

They dropped to the floor, locked in each others arms. They lay in the murky blackness while the tranquility of the night surrounded them both as they died in each others arms; lonely no more.