Peace:
"Akira," Takumi yelled out. He ran towards her. "What are you doing?"
"I'm drawing," Akira said, looking at the flowers and continuing drawing. Takumi looked at the drawing. It was beautiful. It looked even better then the actual flower itself. He looked at her drawing from the back. He saw her slender waist and her tight shoulders. Her hands were gracefully drawing her picture. He looked at her. She looked so calm and beautiful drawing sitting as the wind blew, she looked like she was in a picture as well. He looked at her hair, and touched it. She looked so different from the first time they met. Her hair was longer and it made her look much more like a girl. He put his arm around her neck from the back and hugged her. He looked at the picture.
"Takumi," she whispered and touched his hand. She smiled and closed her eyes as if she was listening to the wind.
"Akira, remember our first time coming here?" he said looking at the vast land. She nods. It was about two years ago. "This time it's completely different," he said holding her tighter. She looked at him and touched his head. Being here for both of them made them feel calm and comfortable. They came here when ever they have time. Takumi got up and sat next to her and lay on the grass.
"Takumi, do you ever," Akira started to say, but stopped. She didn't want to say it. She felt bad even thinking about it.
"What," Takumi asked. She shakes her head.
"Nothing," She said and lies on the grass next to him, and smiled looking at the broad sky. "Takumi?"
"Yes?"
"Thank you, forever," she said and rolled next to him and closed her eyes. He laughed at the girl next to her taking a nap. He smiled. He lowered his head and kissed her cheek
"Me too, Thank you Akira."