She is a Magician. He is the Magic. She is the Light. He is the Music. She is Anna. He is an Art Admirer. She spoke her thoughts. He listened like a kid with wide eyes. To him, her eyes were the complete universe. To her, his presence was a total halcyon. She examined the spaces between his fingers, to be held so tight and perfectly filled with her's. He sang the perfect lullaby, the calming music for her soul. The perfect curves of her soul, his perfect resting place. They met by chance. Loved by choice. Killed by the universe. But in some parallel universe, They are still fighting, lips locked on a bed.