The couple stood there, leaning against the bridge as the moon light reflected off the quiet stream below.
The night was peaceful, with the chirping of a grasshopper, or the occasional whisper of the wind, being the only things breaking the perfect serenity.
Looking down, the calm pool eminated the tranqual night, as ripples from the peaceful desent of a flower petal dispersed the other world before them.
He looked to her as she stared into the mirror below. The moonlight, delicate and mesmerizing, as it casted itself upon her soft and gentle face.
If there ever was a personification for beauty, it truely stood before him tonight.
A cool breeze swept its way over them. She leaned into him, as he rubbed her shoulder.
Her blue eyes looked into his own and shined like the stream below, her soft face glowing more than ever as her smile warmed his heart. She brought her lips to his own...
He opened his eyes. His perfect world, gone, as he gazed upon his cracked ceiling. Is it true... That a