Diego drove his motorcycle through the falling snow, stashing it behind the campus library before changing into a bat and flying the rest of the way to Cecily's house. The Internet was a marvelous invention. You could find out anything you wanted to know, including addresses. He hadn't known her last name, had assumed it was Capp, but fortunately there was only one girl named Cecily attending Bard that year. Cecily Patrick. What a nice Irish name.
He landed on the roof of the house across from hers and changed to his normal form, sitting close to the chimney, cloaked in shadow. He just wanted to see her, maybe hear her voice, that was all.
He was in luck. Her bedroom, it turned out, was directly across from where he sat. He saw her enter the room, looking over her shoulder as she talked to someone, and then she smiled as a handsome young dark haired man came up behind her, put his arms around her waist and kissed her neck. She leaned into him and closed her eyes.
There. You saw her. Happy now? That's what you get for spying.But he knew something Cecily's gypsy lover didn't. She wasn't all his. Not after the way she'd kissed Diego the other night.
No one kissed like she had if their heart belonged to another.
But it didn't matter. They were not to be. She was alive and he was not, and Diego had learned the hard way not to try to change such a situation to his advantage. Things never turned out for the better and all you got was more heartache and loneliness.
So he slid off the roof into the newfallen snow and crept to her mailbox to do the thing he had come to do. He put her cell phone inside and then went for a long walk, alone, in the snow.
Diego. OK, I got a little carried away. It was just so picturesque. Hope you enjoy.
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