dragontamer1127

 Romance stories need sunsets. I'm just going off of what I've seen, of course. I guess there's not really any set kind of rule that a romance story needs a sunset for whatever reason. On second thought, yeah, that's probably just a matter of taste. Well, now that I'm on this train of thought, there's a lot of elements that compose a romantic kind of story. Plus, you can mix-and-match a lot of them. Sure, sunsets are a staple, but you could exchange that for some other time of day. There's early morning, when it's still pretty quiet outside and there's a light mist in the air, and you step outside and feel like it's just you and the birds

     There's moss on the stones, growing, green, he looks. Rain falling onto his eyes, looking. He feels it. He feels anything. He wants to feel everything. The reason for my being is for him to feel. I can help him try to feel everything he looks.     It's what I want. This is all I want.     There are drops of water resting on the strands of his boring brown hair. I can't tell if he's smiling. Whether or not he is, I still feel strange when I see his face. I want to see every emotion he can feel. I wish I would feel as much as he wishes he could. I know I can. I don't.     The coolness cuts through him quickly, straight through the cl

As the young man left the diner into the summer evening city air, he took a deep breath and smiled. The woman following him slowly had a somewhat less joyful expression on her face as she took a cigarette from her purse and lit it, leaning against the brick wall near the window of the small restaurant. She took a drag and looked down the road, which at this hour was almost completely deserted but for a few cars on their way home and some stragglers, much like she and her friend, who were out in the evening quiet enjoying the last few minutes of the eleventh of July by filling the silence with the occasional laughter or drunken song. The man