lune


29.


It's starlight and diamonds and everything with hardened edges that glitter in the moonlight, floating in the night sky that makes the world seem like a glass of chardonnay, swishing around them in a beautiful haze.

He'll give her one smile, and she'll give him a million in return, eyes lighting up like a swan's reflection, shimmering in the lake.

And maybe it's not much, the tilt of her hand and the curve of her cheeks, but it's what he needs more than anything else. He closes his eyes as she reaches out to touch his cheek, leaning in to feel her grace, swathed in silk sheets and soft sapphire eyes.

He thinks he's found it.

Happiness.