Her skin is as perfect as porcelain, softer than velvet; she's beautiful. Her eyes as bright as the sky, gleaming with mischief and pure, intoxicating, joy. Her laugh is music to my ears, almost as beautiful as the songs she sings; I want to hear it every day. Her voice is soft and silvery but as soon as she opens her mouth to sing it turns rich and melodious. Her lips are perfect and pink and her smiles as sweet as sugar. The only thing sweeter may be her kisses. She alone can make me smile on my worst days.
She laughs now, the noise ringing out in the quiet of the empty streets, her smile is brilliant and her eyes are twinkling. Her hand finds mine, delicate, spindly, fingers twining with mine blindly. I find myself smiling back, an action that used to feel awkward and foreign but she's making it at home on my face once more.
Her love is unwavering, resolute like everything else she does. She's stubborn and underneath her veneer of perfection and sugar there's a mischievous side eager to cause trouble. She's unafraid and strong, she stands up for what she believes, those she loves and those she doesn't know, that's how I fell for her in the first place. She's popular, beautiful, wealthy, and most of all intimidating. She's a tiny little thing, under five feet and skinny as a stick, but she's grown up with her brother and her neighbors, Len, Kaito, Gakupo, and so on. She's tough and doesn't put up with the nonsense that comes with being a teenage girl.
She has not let money and popularity corrupt her, she's still her and I love it all.
She pulls at my arm insistently, dragging me down for a kiss on the cheek. I'm not sure I'm going to ever stop smiling.
She's eager to get to her brother though so she tugs me down the street, figure bathed in the soft orange light of the setting sun. It sometimes seems they aren't complete without the other, two pieces of a matching set, yin and yang. The air is thick with the scent of flowers and the air is still warm but soon it will be cool. She didn't listen to me when I told her to bring a jacket but it will be ok, she can have my own. She'll insist on staying out until she's practically falling asleep leaning against either her brother or me, it wouldn't be the first, or last, time it's happened. Then Gakupo will scoop her up and carry her home or she'll force Len to carry her on his back. She'll beg with her best puppy eyes and he'll give in every once and a while. He's the only one who's built up a resistance to it.
She whines at me to hurry, excitement making her bounce on the balls of her feet. I only smile and tell her she has all of the time in the world, there's no need to rush.