A/N: Greetings! Sorry for the wait. I'm going to have to return my school laptop soon, so I had to back up all my documents on GoogleDocs, which took FOREVER. If you see any formatting issues, please tell me. Anyway, on to the chapter!
Isabella was in the park, in a clearing only she knew. Willows swayed slowly in the night breeze, the stream winding between their roots, tripping along in its own unique fashion. The moon shone brightly overhead, its touch turning everything silvery and surreal.
Slowly, she began to twirl and sway to an internal music, the beautiful, unearthly melody of nature. It was the song of the night birds, the laughter of the stream, the rustle of the willows.
Phineas watched from the bushes, entranced. Moonlight seemed to bend around Isabella, her every step illuminating the mist entangled in the grass. The boy slowly stepped out into the clearing, catching her mid-twirl and seamlessly spinning her into his arms. The two danced, each perfectly in tune with the other, every jump a leap of faith that the other would be there to catch them.
The sun's rays drifted over the horizon, the low, melancholy tones of the night intertwining with the bright, carefree ones of the day. The pair slowed to a stop, so close their noses were almost touching. Slowly, gently, they kissed, knowing that, while the night had come to an end, the day could be just as wonderful.
A/N: Still wondering where exactly this came from... I think I wanted to try a more descriptive style of writing. What do you think?