Cupid Goes Rogue

It was as if the soft wind hummed straight through him. He stared in disbelief at the events folding Infront of him. The girl pushed the boy away and without a word, walked away with a slight toss of her long black hair which descended in waves down her back, past her sweet bottom and legs. The boy stood with shock and regaining of what just occurred and beyond his recognition, behind the windows of a tall flat, a young man's enchanting glare fixed on him. All had gone wrong. Really wrong. A big mistake for which he will never be forgiven at all. The boy watched until the girl disappeared to her carriage at the far corner of the lane and as the carriage departed, he clasped his head with sweating hands. He took his hands slowly down his smooth face, feeling every inch of his own skin stiffen. Beyond the lane, in the flat, the handsome young man snickered, the lamp lights illuminating the hard edges of his face. His blue-grey eyes, sharp jawline and the bold black griffin on his neck. The observer felt pangs of shock and disturbance seep through his spirited body as the boy on the lane began to walk away. He didn't know that there were eyes on him, looking at him from a far place. A shadow moved behind the glass. Lamp lights flickered. Night wind hummed through cobblestone. Everything fell into a tight silence. There was only one solution left for the observer on the rooftop. The decision was rather a major risk. That was to morph into a human and enter the lives of the boy on the lane, the girl in the carriage and the Adonis beyond the thick glass of a high window overseeing the capital of London.