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She stands on the cliffside, cool autumn air making its way through her quills. Wind plants a kiss on the back of her neck, as if to remind her of what she’s looking for. She hears the rustling of leaves, the sound pleasant to her ears. It still isn’t what she’s looking for though. What she’s listening for.
She’s looking for something. For someone. A sign.
For him.
He is everything. He is the sun, the sky, the wind in the trees. He is all of it. He embodies everything beautiful in this world, and even still gives it back to those who scorn him. Emerald eyes reflect the grassy fields he loves so much, and when they meet hers, it’s like she’s there.
He is her world.
And she hopes he will orbit back around to see her again.
Her observance shifts below her, looking through the trees for any sign of the one she loves. And yet, still nothing.
She’s been here for hours it seems. Sometimes it feels like days when she waits.
The sun begins to set, evening cascading upon the day. The sky is painted in pinks and reds, and she finds herself thinking of him again.
She turns to leave, the cold turning bitter even through her gloves. Maybe tomorrow, she thinks.
And then she hears it. The patter of rubber on grass, coming faster and faster towards her, until finally, it’s there.
He stands in front of her, catching his breath. Those captivating eyes take her gaze, and she falls in love all over again.
She runs to him, finally in his arms again. He holds her, his gentle caress like the midday sun on her skin. He ponders to speak, but she stops him, simply wanting to cherish the moment.
He is here, and she is finally, finally, home.