Young EPOV.
A little boy stood motionless, a few feet from his usual play spot. He was too busy staring at a little girl playing with the swing to make any movement, much less run forward happily as he would have done so, on a normal day. His eyes and mind were too otherwise occupied.
Up and down she went as her little legs propelled her forward each time she fell back, her beautiful brown hair was splaying around her like a halo, catching sunlight, the little boy was mesmirsed. Wow. An angel the little boy thought to himself. Didn't angels only visit people on television? The little boy frowned as he tried to match logic to what his mother had lazily told him to the glorious scenery before him.
No, his mother must be wrong. Because as young as he was, the little boy was certain that was an angel before his eyes.
The little boy continued to watch his angel play on the swing, in a dazed manner.
Young BPOV
The little girl was enjoying herself immensely. She liked the feel of the warm sunlight on her skin. She liked how the sunlight glowed her eyelids red when she closed her eyes to gather more of the comforting sensation. She liked especially how her normally ugly brown hair, shine under the warmth of the sunlight and how the wind played around with her hair.
She was in love with the sun.
She propelled herself harder than usual amidst the momentarily exuberance, and found herself flying out of the swing seat. She pressed her eye lids tightly together and braced herself for impact.
But that impact never came, instead in it's place was a pair of tiny warm arms wrapped around her shoulders. Her eyelids snapped up in shock and the girl found herself locked in the gaze of a pair of startling emerald eyes.
