the one he couldn't have

This wonderful woman, could have been in his dreams, might have been real. But all he knew was that she wasn't his, and was never going to be.

In a haze of drugs and drink, the boy, Henry, a young student, burst out of a nasty nightclub and slammed against the black concrete. 

A shimmer of white sparkles seemed to instantly materialize next to him. And by his head, a pale hand gestured to help.

Once standing next to her she smiled, an angels smile. And with her charming mouth, she spoke; "Are you alright?"

So intoxicated by her he was. She was graceful and alluring in every way. He mummbled a childish mummble. And with his quivvering lip, he replied; "Yes, thank you."

She flew him to a quiet place, one of which he didnt recall. Gave him sanctuary, left him medicines, and cooled down his steaming brow. 

When the morning came, he awoke, in his own home, and spotted the woman outside his window, and watched her abandon the area.

He wondered to himself, who was this wonderful woman who had certainly saved his life. Was she real? Or just a figment of his clouded imagination? 

And at that point, he knew he would never see her again, because she was too unbelievable for him. She wasn't his, and she was never going to be.