The wind blew around them as deep onyx orbs stared into sparkling emerald eyes. It was perfect. They met in a soft embrace, both taking in each others scents, trying to store them forever in their memory. It was as if there was no one else, the world was empty except for them. Her soft pink hair and his spiky black hair blew with the wind as they continued to gaze into each others eyes. It was as if time stood still, just for them. It was almost to perfect. They took in every scent every sound, listening to each other breathe. If they had both died then, at the same time they would be happy.
His lips touched her gently, and they kissed. He took in the taste of her soft lips, cherry and vanilla. Eventually, all kisses come to an end, and so did theirs. But for just a split second, it had been perfect. He fingered her cherry blossom-pink hair, it was so smooth, so soft. She held him tightly, so close. She was afraid that if she let him go, he would disappear like he had all those years ago. That he would leave her to avenge, to kill. Of course, it was his destiny to be the avenger and she dared not mess with destiny.
A single tear fell down her soft cheek. He pulled back from their embrace, and looked at her. His deep eyes were filled with worry. He gently wiped the tear from her face. She did not need words to tell him she was okay. He did not need words to tell her he loved him. Their eyes said it all, spoke their feelings directly from their hearts.
It was, if there could be, a Perfect Moment.