Her eyes shone a bright, blinding orange.
".. I wanted to go to Amsterdam, by the way."
"Hm?" my head turned to look at her.
"You asked earlier, where we should go this winter; Amsterdam."
We were only 23. I've never been to Europe, heard it was nice, though.
I smiled,
"First class. We have the kind of money for that?"
She chuckled and turned to face me. Eye to eye; her fiery eyes.
"Let's hope so."
Her eyes were so warm.
I put my arm around her shoulder, succumbing to her embrace. She brushed the strands of hair out of my face.
Her skin was so warm. So was mine.
The trail of our footprints on the snow began to fade. It was getting hot.
I didn't want to die. I haven't lived yet.
"Hey,"
"Hm?"
"I never got the chance to look up at the stars with you."
All she did was smile.
"We're doing that right now, aren't we?"