Light and Dark. A Love Story.

He first saw her, laughing, with her companions.
He never ventured out much, and lurked in his world, living alone, watching.
Until today.
She was bright. Her eyes. Her hair. Even her voice was clear and light, laughing so it sounded musical. The wind played with her skirts, enveloping her slim body until it was wrapped in diaphanous clouds.
She was holding flowers in her hands, leaning in to smell the fragrance, her lips parted in a soft sigh.
He started a little, catching his breath, and she saw him.
What did he look like to her? A dark figure, wrapped in darkness? A young man, thrown out by his heartless family, reduced to this?
She looked into his eyes, and he read them,
They were full of fear, a little awe, and slight pity.
He had retreated back into his forest. He did not want to be pitied.
But he was lonely.
Apparently the brighter woods were her favorite retreat, and she often frequented the place, along with her companions, who brought blankets and baskets. They will play, and laugh.
He would often hear their laughing while he worked, and he will more often than not watch them from his own retreat.
She saw him. But she didn't seem to be annoyed. She will look at him, steadily, and then turn back to her friends.
One day, after one of his scouting missions, he found a pure white lily resting on the clearing's grass.
She had left it there.
He pinned the lily onto his cloak.
She found his gift to her in the clearing soon after. An ebony black necklace, made of pearls.
She wore it the next time he saw her.
When he saw her again, she was alone. She kept her eyes away from his spot. But she was still wearing the ebony necklace.
Eventually, she turned, and looked at him.
There was no more fear. Just slight curiosity.
Then she invited him to talk with her.