Fuuuc- I told myself I'd never write for this pairing, but Michael and Carrie are so dang cute together. DX
Coffee and Flowers
Harold remembers sneaking up on Grace while she was doodling one morning.
He peeked over her shoulder, smelling coffee and flowers, and seeing a sketched park. Wind rushed between his lips from deep within his lungs.
"That's really good."
Grace screamed, jumping partially from her chair. When she spun around her nose hit her fiancées'. Both grimaced and checked their throbbing noses. Not broken.
They looked at each other a long time, then burst into laughter.
They had enough back luck to pass around.
"Sorry, darling," Harold apologized.
"It's alright, Harold. I'm glad you like it. No one else seems to like my work…" She turned toward the piece with a hard scowl.
Harold rubbed her slender shoulders and leaned down once more, smelling her scent and basking in it. Apparently his nose still worked.
"They just don't know art."
She smiled up at him and pecked him on the lips.
"You always know how to cheer me up."
Harold grinned.
What she didn't realize was as long as she was in his life he would never need cheering up.
In present day, Harold sighs. On the verge of tears, he stares at the photograph, then kisses her picture softly.