Mamoru walked through the park, observing the world around him as he went. Families, friends, Usagi. He stopped and looked at her. She was dozing under the shade of a tree, with an open book resting on her chest. He walked over to her and looked at the title of the book. "Sleeping Beauty."

Perfectly ironic.

He sat down next to her and watched her sleep, observed how her lips were slightly parted as she slept, how her chest rose and fell with every breath she took, taking the book with it. A beam of sunlight shone through the branches and shone on her blonde hair, revealing to Mamoru a small butterfly sitting on one of her resting ponytails. He smiled to himself. Only Usagi could attract such stunning wildlife. She was so like a butterfly herself, so free, so elegant, so beautiful. Always shining lovely colours. And, able to make someone so happy with a look. Even the ways her eyelids flickered as she slept, were so like the wings of a butterfly.

He smiled, and before he stood up to leave, leant over and gently pressed his lips against hers. As he walked away from her, a pair of cerulean eyes fluttered open and a small hand raised its fingers to pale pink lips.

"Mamoru?"