I wrote this a while back. It's basically a teaser for a larger work, Aislynn, that I'm going to re-write.

But:

Seth

Always the watcher. Always silent. Vigilant.

Seth sits at the bottom of her bed every night to watch the silent rise and fall of her chest as soft yellow lamplight bathes her face. Sometimes he will lean over and breathe her in, eager to taste the barest hint of soap and girl sweat on her skin.

The smile on her face when she finds the red daisies on her porch as she leaves for work makes him feel a joy that he hasn't felt in ages, and he could spend hours watching her stir her tea as she squints over a dog-eared copy of her favorite novel. He has memorized her book collection, and loves to run his fingers over the cool bedsheets as she sleeps.

She can't see him- he never lets her. Sometimes, he can barely help himself from brushing her hair out of her eyes on those late nights where the television drones and sad music strains from the CD player and she burns with loneliness and bitter tears. He knows that there will be a day, or perhaps just a brief moment, when he won't have need for silence. And that knowledge is all he needs.