Week 3G: Jewelry
Sailor Raspberry
208 words
He liked to buy her pretty things. Shoes and gowns and necklaces and all shorts of dwindling strings and laced fabrics. If he could, he'd give her the world.
Once, someone had said that he was spoiling her, bending to her whim. He had laughed, amusedly, because he didn't mind if he spent a wallet stuffed with cash on buying her the daintiest dress in town or an extremely expensive ring. Because he knew that if he did, her eyes would light up and her cheeks would burn bright pink and he knew that it was because he had made her happy.
But then, one day, as they sat, sprawled out lazily on his couch, she leaned against him and whispered, "I like us just like this, Mamo-chan. Just you and me and nothing else."
His mind clicked then; realization melted his heart into a throbbing, warm liquid. Though she enjoyed receiving those pretty things he bought, she only accepted them because they were coming from him. It was an odd revelation, something that he couldn't quite comprehend. But there she was, directly beside him, with a glowing face and a glint in her eye that told him what she was really feeling.
The thought made him smile.