Note: Rewritten. My favourite line that I've written is the last line.
33) Weather
Sometimes they would sit under the shade of the great oak tree, admiring the speckles of blue and white underneath a canopy of green leaves, enjoying a moment of quiet, a moment of peace and each other's company.
Sometimes they would stand under the branches when it rained, Rima's umbrella above their heads. Shiki would bring her closer and rest his head on top of her head, breathing in deeply the smell of her shampoo and the wet earth.
Sometimes they would recline against the trunk, appreciating the gentle wind blowing across their face, the sound of rustling leaves, and how their fingers would find a way to intertwine.
Sometimes they would count the leaves as the browns, oranges and red dancing and twirling in the air, falling to the ground slowly, Shiki would smile slightly as he picked out the pieces stuck in Rima's hair.
Sometimes they would sit on the bare roots after a snowstorm, appreciating the silence, the blanket of white covering the world around and each other's warmth as they snuggled closer together.
Sometimes they would pace the grounds on a foggy night, ignoring the moisture soaking through their shoes and clothes. The atmosphere would feel heavy, uncertain, but when they looked into each other's eyes, they knew it would be all right.
Sometimes they would wait until the sunrise, watching dawn approach over a brilliant backdrop of blues, pinks and yellows. Rima would lean her head on Shiki's shoulder and sigh contently.
Sometimes they would get there just before sunset, as the last drops of sunlight are absorbed by the darkening sky. Shiki would press a kiss to Rima's forehead as they welcomed another night.
One time, on a summer's eve, Rima stood there underneath the everlasting oak tree, wildflowers in her hair and watched as Shiki got down on one knee.
