There was a little place, so little you could see the end of it by the corner of the street. There was a family in the village, so hungry for a better living,but miserably alone.
One day a guy came in the little place, looking for something new. The family was delighted, they coud use some good company. The guy became part of it, always keen to get down to work, always smiling at the others, always there. Everything was perfect, nobody to break their happiness. Everyone was working hard and helping each other to get the most of it. Time went by, parents grew old, the children grew up, but the guy never changed, he alway seemed the same guy who came in, years ago. The daughter looked at him in a different way, the guy was shy at first, he was always kind and smiling, but felt awkward about these new feelings. Day by day they came closer, no one noticed that, but a smile back above the other heads, a hand softly touching a hand, an eye looking for an other eye, their feeling grew bigger. One day, after dinner, the guy stepped outside, staring at the dark sky, looking for a star. He felt cold, but stood and started a whispered prayer. In a moment he felt embraced, so warm and soft and tight. He opened his eyes and found himself entrapped in her arms. Tears came down his cold cheeks, he took her hands and kissed them so grateful for the present. She went in front of him to gaze at him and as the nature teaches, she learnt to kiss.
Every beautiful flower loses his petals someday, so their love became the start of the end. The old parents rejected the guy with no age, he was no use anymore, he couldn’t take their girl away.
When the night came back to earth, the guy took the girl with him by hand, the family was screaming loud. Her mother crying, her father swearing, the brothers astonished could not understand, they never felt for someone.
The two of them did not hear, did not see, he opened his wings and held her tight. They flew away and never come back.