Flash Prompt 500 Words:

A relationship is developing between between two people, but they speak a different language. 

Gilded, and sparkling were his eyes. Bright and flashing when she saw him smiling at her, even from a distance.

The girl was lost within herself sometimes, liking the darkness all too much. Speech wasn't needed, and language to her was a mute art. 

Loudly, she often claimed to those around her that she wanted more than happiness. Begged those to understand her better without words, but the sounds of silence usually echoed on for forever.

This one though, was loud.

He was. 

A different diction altogether, and she did not understand him. Maybe it was because she did not put him down enough, on paper that is, in between white space and blue lines. She never whispered into his mind about how the colors bounced off his hair like rainbows as she ran her fingers through it because she just could not help herself from touching him. He was the happy-go-lucky in her life. Hop scotch, and jungle gyms. 

Her, on the other hand, were the clouds rolling over the moon. The red and black that ran through their veins. She was always those cruel words everyone learned when adolescence leaves you for someone else.

A wicked game of hide and seek.

The girl could figure out how he found her in the madness, because there wasn't much nighttime to angst in at 12 noon. He was the ocean, and the beaches that called to her. The coloring alone was enough proof, for he held it within him in those sea swept eyes and sand colored skin. Her soul was the storm, the hurricane that lasted decades in the record books, swiping at shores for all they were worth. 

Together they were never volatile, simple pushing against each other like the sun pushes the moon out of the sky when morning comes. They knew each other in detail, but not always in understanding.

That was okay with her, because her being red and him being gold, they needed the challenge of mixing on a palette. To make something more of them.

There was more to life than heat and silence.

There was promise, and the whispers of forgiveness. There was laughter and times where shadows were taken out, ray by ray, from the bright sunlight his eyes shone when with he was with her.

The girl did not want to be darkness, but simply nighttime, because he was her sunlight.

They needed each other, even if they never spoke.