Who is Irissa?

I walk into the library, Not expecting much. I have a research project due in a week and am dreading presenting it. I go to set my bag on the table but there is some one already there. Who else would bother to sit under the ominous stained glass window. The window itself done not look scary but the feel of it has always captivated me. The image is even beautiful. There are two fairies sitting  on the mossy bank of a brook. Their feet make trails in the clear water. There wings are fragile looking like flower petals, made of glass . They are holding hands and a white stallion is laying down by the male , a loyal and fierce look in his eyes. The scene reminds me of my mother.Maybe its in there faces, Or how there hands fit together. But the picture is as gentle as her. I come out of my thoughts to a sweet voice, asking me something

“ I asked if you wanted me to move?” He was standing with his arms crossed, But he was also patient.

“ Oh no its ok i’ll just sit on the other side of the table.” I  push my bag up onto my shoulder and move to the opposite side of the table but still close to the window. I study him as I am prone to do. He has pale blond hair and turquoise eyes. He reminds me of the male fairy in the window. His features are light and graceful. His hands move over his books in fast feather soft movements. Being the eccentric i am i walk up to him and hold out my hand.

“ Hi I’m irissa” He shakes my hand , but hesitantly. His hand is exquisite finely shaped and a perfect fit for mine , which are somewhat small.

“ I’m Eden” The word is now branded in my memory. What’s going on with me? With a sigh i set my bag down next to him.

“ what are you working on” He looks at me

“ What?”

“ what are you working on?” My voice has a slight giggle mixed into it. Really Ris?

“ Oh sorry, reading”

“ Well duh  there a book in front of you. Let me rephrase the question. What are you reading?” He smiles. If i had anything to say right then and there i would've not been able to say it. His smile just plain took my breath away. God am i sick?

“ I am reading up on the history of fairies. It really weird.” he changes colors like the summer sunrise and sheepishly looks down at his book. I should just stop talking here and get to work but who likes to do homework.

“ Not at all i love fairies.” My feelings for Eden are augmenting. I feel stupid but airy at the same time.

“ I don’t know but something about that window fascinates me.” I pause and take a breath i guess i am not the only one with odd fascination.

“ Me too it reminds me of my mom” I just committed a transgression of my own rule, I don’t care. I have promised myself that i wou7ld not mention her but i did.“Interesting” I drop my pencil. Eden reaches down to pick it up at the same time I do. Our hands touch and he quickly pulls his away. My feelings are now importuned; He smiles easy and laughs a little.

                    “ I always admired the chaste way they look, Yet again they are also quite complicated.”

        “ I agree” Eden says I feel myself relax.

        “ I have been coming to this library since I was twelve. I used to just sit and stare at that window”  I realize that i haven't even got out my research notes or any sort of work.

What really funny is that the women looks exactly like you