Because she's in his head, calling to him.

She's in his blood.

She is something that is ever present, dancing in the shadows.

At night he sees her dancing, all pale skin and burning eyes.

She dances closer to him and he reaches out, clumsy hand, yearning heart.

And she dances by, flick of her head and swish of hair, to disappear into the shadows once more.

And she's calling to him to follow her.

But he finds that he cannot move, it's as though his feet have become too heavy to lift, or his legs too weak to lift them.

Because, she laughs and beckons to him.

Out of the shadows and she's smiling softly, serenely.

Lights dance in her eyes, like fireflies.

Pale, glowing skin so smooth and youthful.

She wears a black cotton dress, simple and understated

It swishes about as she moves, brushing her thighs.

She moves like the breeze, silently weaving and twisting in undending patterns

Long legs so lithe and graceful

His eyes drink her in, longing, yearning, as she dances circles around him, never quite touching him although he feels the lightest wisp of her hair on his cheek.

Because, he needs her closer to him

She's in his heart.

He catches hold of her, pulls her against him

She is soft and warm and does not resist, does not dance any longer

Crushed against him and she feels delicate as glass

His heart is pounding, he feels her breath against him

Don't leave me don't leave me don't leave me!

Holding her tighter still, smelling her hair that smells like strawberries and vanilla

And he's crying into her hair.

"Shilo-!"