It's a cloudy summer day and there are little wisps of cotton flying in the air when he notices something's different. She's fidgety, nervous, and he knows something's up. She holds her hands tightly together, looking every bit the image of a child who stole a cookie from the cookie jar. He raises an eyebrow and regards her coolly; he knows she will tell him eventually.
She looks up abruptly, her eyes fierce and confident. She stares at him, never blinking, her gaze never wavering. He returns with equal fervor, his eyes boring into hers. And he gets it.
He smiles. A full blown genuine smile.
She smiles back, tentatively. Her eyes are apologetic; it's been a while.
He reaches forward, his fingers outstretched and welcoming. His eyes are bright, happy, affective.
She's never noticed that sparkle in his eyes, his beautiful violet eyes. Her fingers grasp his; they intertwine.
He looks down at her, her face shining back at his. He detects a trace of fear in her ruby eyes. He squeezes her hand, warmth spreading through him like none other. It'll be ok, he reassures her. They've went through so much to get here, they can finally make this happen.
At some point, unbeknownst to the pair, the clouds separated and the sun rose. Streaks of pink and golden orange spread across the sky, reaching far and wide as the eye can see. A bird in a nearby tree sang its lovely sweet song, its beautiful melody carrying across the land. And on a hilltop, their silhouettes stretching far behind, sat two figures, their hands entwined and heads touching.
She loves him.