Disclaimer Don't own.
There were days when the sun hit the world just right, where everything seemed – Perfect. Despite the many imperfections. So achingly perfect it almost hurt to breathe. Actually, it did hurt to breathe. Hurt her heart as it expanded against her rib cage. Hurt her head as she leaned it desperately against the windowpane. Hurt her wine colored irises that didn't deserve to see this beauty. Even if all beauty was evanescent. And wasn't that the truth of the matter? – that nothing was as real and it really seemed to be.
Except for death…Except, maybe for her.
For those green eyes the color of a sea after a storm. For that long sienna hair as luxurious as the ocean. For that white light that radiated from her very soul.
Maybe, as the golden rays of sunbeams hit the horizon in that momentary and all too fleeting perfection…maybe it would be good enough for her – maybe if days like this existed back then, they all would have been good enough for her.
And she could be here…
Completely worthy.
A/N. I figured I could at least post it and see what people thought. But be nice.