The white-violet eyes flicker to the face that shines as if it was a sun, walking on earth. The blue eyes are like the sky itself, and the yellow hair waver in the dancing wind, representing sunstreams.
He's a light on earth, a light that walks among humans.
But she's nothing. No sun, no sky. She's a white-violet cloud that wander aimlessly across the world, constantly trying to reach the one thing that she truly wants.
The sky does not notice the cloud. Why should it? It is so much more magnificent than the puffy fluid that can disappear at any moment. If even a little cold touches it, it will disappear into the ground, never to see the sky again.
Something wet travels down her cheeks as she looks at his eyes and are captivated in the sky and the sun that he is.
Slowly, he turns. The sky notices the cloud, and the yellow hair and the clear, blue eyes turn into a lightning, shooting through the cloud.
She sits still.
He's looking at her. Her sun, her sky.
And he smiles at her.
That's when she realizes she'll always hang on to that sky. She won't let herself fall down. The sun will always be warm enough that she won't be cold.