A/N: Here's a little pointless drabble-y ficlet for LoVe. Enjoy! R&R! Thanks! –Mac
Disclaimer: I don't own VMars
Under The Stars
This is where she felt most comfortable. Down on the beach, curled into her oversized sweatshirt and toes buried in the sand—where she can still herself and look at the stars.
All her stress just rolls off her shoulders. Every time she's there she wonders why she doesn't come there more often. Why she doesn't let herself relax more often. But those thoughts wash away after awhile, and she can just be calm.
And when he joins her, it's even better. Their lives are so chaotic and tragic, that to get a chance to be next to each other and share a peaceful moment is a rare occurrence to be cherished. And this is where they could capture those moments—under the stars.