She was pretty once, long ago.
Funny, that she admits it; she never saw it herself. But he told her she was pretty-
No, not pretty.
Beautiful.
He told her she was beautiful, and that was enough to make her believe.
It happened, one day, out of the blue, the way most good things-
No, not good.
Great.
The way most great things happen.
They were sitting alone for the first time in a long awhile. There was no one else around. There was nothing else to do. They sat in silence- more comfortable than awkward- breathing in..
and out...
and in...
and out.
Together, but not on purpose.
Their bodies were insync before their minds knew the tune.
He looked at her, and she looked at him.
"You're beautiful," he said.
"You're wonderful," she said.
And the rest was history.
Mostly happy, but sometimes sad. There must be sadness when someone shares in something so happy- it's only fair.
But sometimes, there is too much sadness. Too much to handle.
Like when you lose.
Like when he died.
"You're wonderful," she said to his shell one last time.
"You're beautiful," the wind whispered.
AN: Whoa...that was weird. it just sorta came out of my fingers. took me literally 8 minutes. Tell em what you think.