Dark outside. Very dark. The sky is black. The fields in the distance are black. He is a shadow.
She is fainted, and he holds her in the light. She lies limply in his arms. His hands stroke her hair, her cheek, begging for her to wake up. He's silent. The world is silent.
Her mother opens the back door and sees him, such a dark angel. She screams, and he drops her onto the grass. In a wisp of smoke, silken wings spread. He shoots up into the air and dissapears into the night.