• Amy had always been somewhat of a skeptic. She had moments of belief, but never anything pure and strong. He on the other hand lived for magic. Parlor tricks were always fun but didn’t hold any real value for him. After his parent’s deaths he had a real connection to the supernatural. Damian was just nine when they had been in a horrific accident, both of them dying quickly, or so he was told. They had been his only family, so, “social services” took him in and moved him into a new family. “I was too much of a trouble though,” he said. “No one would keep me. I guess I just acted to weird.” Tarot cards and palm readings where his first real signs of active magic, but as a kid he had seen his parents ghosts.
    Amy listed in awe as he explained the tragedy of their deaths and how it had led him to his path of solitude and powers. To prove his point he pulled a deck of tarot cards from his pocket. He asked her to pull the card she was drawn to. The Ace of Cups, glowing in gold and swirling water, felt warm in her small hand. Her eyes searched the card as if it held the meaning to her life. What it meant was that a new beginning was coming for her.
    Though it had not been the complete truth, Amy had learned a lot that night, and later he revealed what was hidden in his words.
    After his little show of magic the night passed in a sweet silence. Amy curled up against him, resting her head on his chest and listening to his faint heart beat. When it was time to part, Amy stole a brief kiss from his perfect lips. He grasped her hand and gave it a quick squeeze before leaving her at her front door. She slipped inside her house and just managed to make it to her bed before melting with a sticky sweet and giddy joy. The next day The Ace of Cups was tapped to the inside of her locker door.
    The only other date Amy could recall all details of was the night he revealed everything and officially asked her to be his girlfriend. That night started much the same as their first night. Instead of walking to the park, though, they wound up in the old cemetery. The very one they where comfortably sitting in now.
    By that point in their relationship, Amy thought nothing could surprise her. She of course had been wrong, but the truth didn’t change how she felt about him. Even now, after everything she had learned, Amy was in love with Damian.
    Now they sat in that same cemetery, Damian openly using his powers.
    Snuggling closer to him, Amy pulled a small box from her pocket. “Happy anniversary,” she whispered, her lips brushing past his ear.
    With his typical smirk he placed his hand over hers which was still holding the box. “Remind me how long it’s been since I told you.”
    Amy smirked, knowing he didn’t need a reminder. Pulling her hands from his, she wrapped her arms around him and twirled a strand of his smooth hair. The night wind brushed against her skin. “Two months to the day.” She kissed his cheek lightly and then cuddled up in his lap. “Damian?” she asked.
    “Yeah babe?” he asked breathing in her scent.
    “What made you trust me?” In two months she hadn’t found the courage to confront him. “You shared this huge secret with me, and I could have freaked out or gone crazy or something.” Amy let go of him and tugged at her own straight hair. Cool fingers brushed past her cheek. He pulled a white lily from behind her ear. Taking her hands away from her silky hair and putting the little box down by a candle, Damian wrapped her small hands around a flower stem.
    “You’re special. I’ve always know that,” he whispered. Moving a candle closer to them he rested his arms around her.
    Amy twirled the lily around in her hands. It wasn’t a very good answer, but she wouldn’t push it, tonight was too special.
    “I still can’t believe it’s been two months,” Amy whispered in awe.
    His cool hand brushed through her hair. Kissing her check, he smiled. “I never thought this could happen,” his voice was almost sad. “In all my years, I never thought I could actually hold on to love.”
    Amy rested her head on Damian’s shoulder, inhaling his outdoors scent. They sat on a black blanket between the Angel of Death and a tomb stone dating back to the 1800’s. The wind picked up lifting their hair and mingling them together. She snuggled closer and watched as the candles flared up making more heat. Damian was naturally cold, but she always got a rush of warmth from being near him.
    Clicking her converse together, Amy looked down at the flower between her hands. “Why lilies?” she asked and looked up into his dark eyes.
    “I was wondering when you were going to ask.” For two months Damian had been making lilies appear; sometimes the Ace of Cups would be with them, other times it would be alone or in a bouquet. They’d be tapped inside her locker or laying on her desk before class started. It wasn’t some cheesy magic trick, and Damian didn’t have her locker combination. When they were alone, and she had learned of his magic, he would weave them through her hair or pull them from her ears. “Lilies suit you,” he gave her a vague answer.
    Smacking his chest she huffed, “Stop with the half answers.” Amy left her hand resting on his chest, admiring the toned abs that lie beneath the black shirt.
    “Alright,” he chuckled and took her free hand. “You know that all things in nature hold meaning: trees, flowers, stones, etc. Of course they all have multiple meanings. When it comes right down to it, lilies mean majesty, sweetness and happiness,” Damian kissed her forehead. His soft lips left a burning sensation where they touched her skin. “Amy, you are magnificent and charming, and you are my happiness.” His hands ran lightly over her hair before he snaked her arms around her waist again. Placing his chin on her shoulder, Damian sighed, content.
    Amy felt her face heat up as she blushed. He always said the sweetest things, and most of the time she didn’t believe him. It was all lies; he was only toying with her. She knew it was the furthest thing from the truth, but Amy couldn’t figure out what he saw in her.
    Brushing her lips across his, she felt a rush of joy; all doubt was erased from her mind.