The moonlight shone between the headstones, shadowed crosses decorating the grass shimmering with the evening dew. Delicate glints of light, a grassy sea of stars. Florian walked home through the graveyard enjoying the peace and quiet. He knew that most people found it creepy, but to Florian it was soothing, there were better ways to get home but there was something about the graveyard that drew him in.

Florian wasn't ready to get home yet, so he decided to take a seat beside his favourite angel. The moon was full so Florian pulled out his sketch book and began to draw the big willow in the centre of the graveyard. The long weeping tendrils bending and swaying in the wind, brushing above the ground.

"That is a beautiful drawing, you captured the sombreness so well."

Florian let out a scream his sketchbook flying into the air. He tried to spring up to run, but a gentle but forceful hand kept him on the damp grass. He turned to look up following a porcelain hand, a smooth arm, slender shoulders to the most beautiful face he had ever seen in his life. Her face looked down at him, a kind smile creating little dimples in her cheeks.

"I didn't mean to startle you, I see you here often, coming through, but you rarely stop, and I thought this was my chance to introduce myself. My name is Parisa."

Florian gawked at her, trying to remember how to speak. "I..I..I'm Fl..orian," he managed to spit out.

"It's my pleasure Florian," she said reaching her hand out to greet him.

Florian got his bearings and they began to talk. First about art, and the graveyard. Florian couldn't believe how easily the conversation flowed between them, they talked about family, and hopes for the future. But as the sun began to rise, Parisa said that she had to go.

"When will I see you again?" Florian said.

"I am always here," she moved her arm to gesture to the top of the mausoleum that they had been sitting beneath. That is when Florian realized the beautiful angel he had admired so many times was not resting on top.

As dawn came into fruition Florian squinted in the sunlight, and Parisa disappeared. The angel once again watching over the graveyard. Florian began his walk home, not sure if the night had actually happened of if he had fallen asleep in the graveyard, but one thing he knew for certain was that he would be back tomorrow night and every night from now on.