Non-Existant Grey Eyes

The smothering night sat all around her dozing body. Weighty, overpowering and dark. It seemed that these days the world was in a state of continual darkness, everything was just so dire. Dire all the time. If only there was a little light, a little something, a bit of grey amongst all the black pressing down on her sorry eyelids, then maybe one day she'd be able to smile.
        Behind the girl, something moved. Only ever so slightly, but still, the movement had been there. Her body tensed as two arms wrapped tightly around her stomach. In trepidation her knees knocked together as his feet brushed against hers.
       Softly, like an airy feather, his voice fell upon her ear, "Don't be scared."
   Always the same message, the same three words. Don't be scared.... The beating of her heart slowed somewhat, and she couldn't help but let some of his warmth flood her soul. After all, it had been so long since she had last seen him. Too long.
       "Is that you...?" the girl whispered.
       "Always," came the reply, and she could feel his cold breath on her cheek.
       "I've missed you," murmured the girl, "I've cried for you. I regretted that I ever lost you..."
       "I'll always be here now. There's nothing to hold me back," despite his positive reassurances, the boy's icy breathing was a constant reminder. The girl's dream was not to be.
       "Did it hurt?" she asked.
       "The betrayal corroded my heart, but rust is more alive than iron anyway." However the boy's voice was blank. It was never anything but blank. His emotions always seemed to manifest themselves not in the boy's tone, but in the way her own heart felt. And, at the moment, she could feel regret welling up like bitter bile.
       For a second neither said anything, before the girl spoke again, "Can I look at your face...?"
       "No. Because I think you already know that I'm not really here... it doesn't mean that I never loved you, it just means I can't. Not anymore."
       "B-but –" The girl stuttered over the small word, unable to complete what she wanted  - needed - to say.
       "'There is nothing worse than losing someone and then realising you never knew what colour their eyes were,'" finished the boy, reading her thoughts as a blind man does Braille.
        "I don't know what colour your eyes are..." She choked out, the tears strangling her from the inside out.
        "Grey," he said softly, "My eyes are grey and yours are brown."
        "Thank you...."she paused, "You're not going to be here, are you, in the morning...?"
        Sighing, he replied, "I'm not here now, either."
        "Where are you now...?" she questioned, the drowsiness evident in her voice.
        "Dancing in the sky with the stars, and swimming in the sea with the dolphins and always, absolutely always, thinking of you." he hugged her tight, "Always."
         Touching his hand, his non-existent hand, she smiled, "Always."