He was older than her

He was older than her. She was pretty, her petite body was a home for her soul. They were walking together and didn’t quarrel about trifles. And people around said: “What a wonderful couple!” And there’s only one trouble driving him mad – he loved her but she loved flying in the nights. He suffered every time when it was going dark. He couldn’t sleep and closed the window for the night. He cried and drank a bitter tea in the kitchen while she was flying in the nights. Then she swore in the morning that time was the last. He forgave her but the darkness fell again and she flied away despite everything. And he kept giving her the bouquets of roses, purchased her perfume, devoted songs to her and read poems. He caught at a straw like an utter fool. He feared one day she would forget a way back home in the full moon. Once at night it happened just so. He couldn’t eat for 3 days and couldn’t sleep for 3 nights. He was sitting by the window and looked at the sky. He repeated her name over and over again and waited for her on a window ledge. And when the moon was declining, he stepped out of the window as she used to do but he flied down… not up…