Figment of a Memory

He lied down there, in utter bemusement watching the little twinkling dots of brilliance. A warm breath of air hit his cheek. On turning to the side, a twisted smile spread on his face. His hands reached out, feeling her silky hair. After a playful surrender, he held her warm fist with his fingers intertwined in her.

A tenderly gush of air started to blow, with her hair playfully dancing in randomness. Sometimes hiding a part of her smile, sometimes covering her beautiful eyes. Under the stars, between them, a universe was complete.

With an arm gently placed on her, he started looking up again. A sigh of contentment thanked the forces of nature for this perfect moment. The dark and starry sky broke with a sharp yellow dot. It pierced his vision making him shield his eyes as he grumbled in disgust.

Soon the sharp light went off and he looked up at a dark figure standing before, "Didn't I tell you to stop these late night homages, you retard?!" he heard a voice said.

Something immediately threw him back to sorts again. He got up, kissed the gravestone and ran away.