Serena Part 1

So I posted this on my old account, and I just wanted it on my new one. It's a story I've been writing, that's semi autobiographical about my best friend who died of cancer a six months ago. Hope you enjoy :)

Her pale, dewy skin pressed against his toned, olive chest, that glistened in the sunlight that crept through the gaps in the trees. The beams of light illuminated his face, making him more radiant than he ever had been before. But she lit up differently, from the joy and sense of belonging that she felt whenever she was with him. He made her feel whole, and without him, she delved back into herself, secreting herself from the world. He had released her from this 3 years ago, and kept pulling her back whenever she drifted from the path that was clearly set out. She loved him. No one compared to him. She'd defied everyone that tried to tear them apart. They may be from two different social ladders, but he treated her so well. Like a delicate orchid, he spent time maintaining her, teaching her, but never over loading her with his problems. Instead, he listened to her. She was fragile, there was no denying that, and she, like the canopy of trees above them, had areas of weakness. But he liked to tell her that where she had gaps, and damaged areas, that that was where the light shone through. They made her special, and without them, she would just be another rose. They made her beautiful. Rose. That's what he called Serena. Partly because of her fragile but striking beauty, but also her 'English Rose' complexion.