PROLOUGE.
He watched the stand there brave, tall, strong. She moitioned her hair into a long, loose French plait, highlight the different shades of blonde streaked throughout her hair. She gently tied the bobble around the bottom of her hair to keep the plait in place. She turned to him, her tanned skin was smooth and perfect, her brown eyes embraced him stood there. His curly hair was scruffy, and his smile was cheeky. He stood taller than her. His smile widened into a sweet grin. The aroma of coffee made its way upstairs, and you could already here the sound of children playing on the streets already. He walked over to her, placing back a loose strand of hair falling out. Their hand entwined, and he slowly made the move, he came closer to her, his lips slowly, softly touching her. It was magical everything else around them was forgot about for about a minute, she clinged to him like a life line, she loved him so much, as did he, slowly then broke apart.
"ready" her sweet, tender voice spoke.