24 August 2012
His hand caressing her collarbone as they lay on a hill next to an old tree under the starlit sky. Her light shiver, caused by something as simple as the thought of him, shines of innocence.
She closes her eyes knowing that she is safe in a world of evil. His lips gently touch hers. On the outside they are nothing more than beautiful. On the inside they are happy.
The old tree next to them whispers in the wind "as with many before, I see the beauty of them, the beauty of their youth. Still so untouched by the thought of death".
Untouched • Opuss № I