CPR

A rush of the wind broke his thought bringing his gaze to the source of that sound. His saphire figure framed by the pale moon capture at last all of his attention, he was about to sink into his seas of thoughts and again but a sudden yelp prevented him from doing so. With no doubts in his mind he ran as fast as the lightening to save the one who owned his recent thoughts. He feared for a second time in his life as his actions for make him breath seemed to be futile. Suddenly... unnoticedly the cobalt eye-lid open to show those sparkling emeralds again...

...To be continued?