Prompt: "Imagine your OTP waking up early to watch the sun rise together."
The park was quiet and dark. Nobody else was around, save for the occasional morning jogger. Wheatley never understood how these humans woke up so early to do running constantly, headphones in their ears and bright gear on.
Chell exhaled, her breath becoming a cloud before her. Wheatley always tried to replicate it when this happened, but he could never do it. Chell said it had to do with water vapor going through "constelldation" or something when it left. Whatever that meant.
Yawning, Chell leaned against Wheatley's shoulder, while checking the time on her phone. It was coming up soon. She had only dragged Wheatley out of bed for this, and herself on a Saturday morning to watch it happen.
Wheatley had never experienced something quite like this before. Perhaps it was because he was never awake at that hour, but it didn't quite occur to him that the sun, despite the fact that it set every night, would also have to rise in the morning.
It slowly brightened the sky, the colors shifting to warm oranges and pinks, while it gradually became a painting.
There was no other way to describe it as the sun finally showed itself over the horizon. It was art. Chell's eyes widened, and her smile, too.
Wheatley merely watched as it began to slide further and further into view, as if it was too lazy to wake up in the morning, similar to how he felt.
The warm orange glow was almost brighter than any time they had ever watched it before. Chell felt warmer, in turn, and wrapped her arms around Wheatley's one arm, holding on tight while she sighed again, more content.
Wheatley leaned back to place an arm around her shoulders, hugging her closer.
"Good morning, luv."
"Good morning, dear."