A young woman sat on the swing, moving back and forth gently with the wind. Her ink black hair was tied into a low ponytail, her grey eyes as bright as a winter's day. She sang softly to herself, "I'm strong, I live through the pain. I'll get through this day."
A man walked up to her and took her hand, sitting on the swing beside her's. His light blond hair shone in the sunset, his pale green eyes were kind. He looked at her and smiled, "What are you doing out here, Mary?"
She smiled at him. She tugged her hand away and wrapped both hands around the chain, pushing herself away from the ground. She giggled to herself as she went higher. She closed her eyes and slowed herself to a stop, looking beside her at the empty swing. A pair of hands wrapped around her waist and she smiled, leaning back. "Can't I come see you every once in a while?"
"Mary, you are one very strange woman." He chuckled, moving his arms from around her waist.
"Oh? How so?" She asked turning around to look at him. But he was gone, no footprints were left in the warm sand. He sat in the swing beside her, making her shake her head.
"One, you want to visit a vampire." He said laughing, "Two, you're a werewolf." He shook his head and smiled at her, his fangs glinting in the sun. "Do you not see anything wrong with that?"
"What's so wrong in us being friends, Nate?" Mary asked, a smiled plastered on her face. She raised her eyebrow at him.
"We're not supposed to get along." He said quietly, his eyes closing. He sighed and rubbed his forehead. She got up and yanked on his wrist, pulling him over to a bench.
"Just because our parents don't get along..." She started and he sighed, frowning at her.
"And our parents and grandparents and so on." He said, but she cut him off bye shaking her head. She wrapped her fingers around his hand and sighed sadly, looking at the ground.
"I get it, but why can't we change that?" She pleaded, fighting the tears that came to her eyes. "Why can't we change that, Nate? I hate all of this fighting, it's pointless. Nobody even knows what started it, so why can't we finish it?"
"Mary, I don't know how we can finish it, but I know we can try, and they can't do anything to stop us. I promise." He chuckled, bringing her closer to his body, his arm wrapped around her shoulders. They looked at the setting sun, and closed their eyes. "You coming back tomorrow?"
"Is tomorrow another day?" She asked, standing up and stretching her arms to the sky. She smiled at him and gave him a hug, grabbing her bag from the back of the bench.
"Yes." He laughed at her and gave her a kiss on the cheek, making her wipe her cheek in feigned disgust.
"Then I will always come back." She smiled and walked down the little hill and around the fence, disappearing from sight.