She giggled slightly as she wrapped her hands over his eyes and slowly led him through to the breathtaking meadow that surrounded her large, holiday home. As she began walking him further into the meadow, she giggled even more as he stumbled along the tall, thin strands of corn and continuously moaned at her to tell him where he was being led. However, she kept tight lipped and remained so until she finally reached the large, single oak tree that stood in the middle of the meadow, alongside a glittering blue river. It was then, after she had positioned him exactly under the shade of the oak tree, beside the river and in view of the meadow that she released her hands from around his eyes and let him take in the beauty of their surroundings. She bit on her lip nervously as she watched him look around, his dark eyes wide and bright. She wasn't quite sure on how he would react, if he would like the surprise that she'd been teasing him about throughout their dinner with her parents. She knew how she felt about it, however. She loved it. It was her favourite place in the World and had been since her parents bought their Summer House when she was only four years old. She remembered when she was first shown the oak tree, the river and the meadow by her father, and it was then that she fell in love with it all. She loved how the oak tree gave off just enough shade to protect her from the blazing sun which hung in the clear blue sky. She loved how the river's cool blue water glistened in the sunlight, making it look like a river of diamonds. And she also loved how the meadow seemed to stretch on forever, enclosing her from the outside world and giving her space and freedom.

She almost got lost in the beauty of her surroundings as she thought back to when she'd first set eyes on it. It was only when he turned to her and smiled softly that she was brought back to questioning his views on the place, rather than her own.

She watched as he shook his head in what would seem to be disbelief. He had turned himself around so he was now facing her fully, but she didn't fail to notice his eyes sneakily drawing back to the meadow and river before him.

"Well?" she asked wearily, anticipation taking the better of her. She couldn't wait any longer. She needed to know what he thought. She liked to know what he thought. She didn't really understand it, but it was important to her.

He turned back to her, breaking out into a soft, warm smile to match his twinkling eyes. His perfectly shaped lips parted ever so slightly and he exhaled a laugh. "It's..." he began, in that sweet, sugar-coated voice of his that would almost always cause her to become slightly flustered. "...well, are there any words to describe it?" he laughed again. He then turned back to the scenery and smiled. "It's...magnificent. Beautiful. Breathtaking." Turning back to face her, he gently took her hand in his, caressing it with his thumb. "Just like you."

She suddenly felt her cheeks turning pink and butterflies emerge in her stomach, at both his touch and his words. He had no idea on how he affected her, and just like their surroundings, there were no words to describe it. So she just smiled up at him, as he smiled down at her.

"So.." he then began, breaking their comfortable silence, but not daring to break their fixed gaze on each other. "What made you want to bring me here?"

She found herself shrugging casually at this sudden question. "I guess I just wanted to...share it with you."

"Share it with me?" he half laughed. "What do you mean by that?"

"Well, it's my favourite place in the world. It has been since I was a little girl," she smiled, beginning to remenis once again. "I used to come out here every day when me and my parents came to stay here in the summer, and I still do. I love it. But as much as I enjoyed coming out here to think or to watch the sun set, I never really had anyone to enjoy it with. Not since dad met Mr Brunston from the next town." She noticed him give her a questioning look, pushing her to continue. "You see, my dad would come out here with me, he's actually the one who showed this place to me. But all that changed pretty quickly and dad would usually be spending all of his time with Mr. Brunston, and that's when I found myself sitting out here alone." She dropped her head slightly as he gave her a sympathetic look. "He hasn't been out here for almost eleven years now."

She raised her head and smiled up at him weakly. "All that doesn't matter now anyway, because now, it's my turn to show and share it with someone." Her eyes twinkled brightly as she beamed up at him. "So, what do you say? Want to share it with me?"

He looked back out to the distance and couldn't help the huge grin spread across his face. "What?" he gasped. "All of this?"

"Yep. All of this," she smiled back.

Beaming at her once again, he wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her off her feet, spinning her around and laughing while she squealed. "This is amazing!" he laughed. "I can't believe you want to share this with me."

"Well there's no one else I'd want to share it with," she replied, giving him a cheeky grin. "And plus, no one will find us here." Again, she smiled rather seductively at him which they both knew was slightly dangerous, but she kept her eyes full of shy, innocence.

All he could do was let out a soft chuckle, his lips cornering into a lopsided grin as he outstretched his right arm and pulled her in close to his chest.

-

As she approached the tall oak tree, a small smile cornered her lips. She stretched out her hand and ran her fingertips along the grooves in the wood, just like she always had done, and just like she always still did when she went down there. She then hopped up onto the tree, not being particularly careful with her footing, and sat herself down on one of the trees thick branches. Staring down at the flowing river and out into the meadow, all memories came flooding back and she soon found tears rising in her emerald-blue eyes. She tried to wipe them away before they fell, but some found their way down her soft cheeks before she got the chance. It didn't matter though. There was no one there to see her cry. Not like there used to be. There was no one there to wipe her tears away. Not like there used to be. There was no one there at all, not anymore, and not ever again.