He looked down at her flushed and red cheeks, the world around them was a blur, and she was the sharpest thing in his eyes. Her red wool mittens were coated with snow, as was her black jacket. She had her hands pushed against his chest, her blue eyes met his. Her long brown hair was wet from all the snowballs he had thrown at her. She was beautiful in this moment. She was always beautiful to him but tonight she looked like a snow angle standing on a backdrop of the setting sun.
He was looking down at her, she looked up in to his deep brown eyes, and placed her hands on his chest, his hair was plastered to his forehead, and he was smiling. He breathed quickly, puffing slightly from the snow fight. She hadn't surrendered just like she promised. Now the war was over, leaving them this peaceful moment. She didn't hear anything else, except for their two heart beats, the world seemed to belong to them.
The couple was standing stock still against the setting sun and snow. The two quiet, lost in their own thoughts. The air around them seemed hung with magic, a beautiful thing. Two hearts beat in unison, to pairs of eyes locked, they were in love and it was obvious to the world.
