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He stared at her. She kept looking away, but he refused to stop staring.

Her eyes were glowing that night. The moon light glistened over them creating an ever lasting sparkle.

He kept staring as she would look into his eyes and then quickly remove her glance.

She couldn't help but hold his hand.

"I can't find the moon tonight." She said.

He looked up into the naked, purple sky.

"It's beautiful you know. One of the most beautiful things I've ever seen...the moon." She explained.

He cutely giggled to himself.

"What?" She asked as she slid her delicate fingers between his gentle hands.

He largely shook his head like a little boy who wouldn't cross the street holding your hand.

His eyes never left hers.

"Tell me." She asked with a small smile which he adored.

He lifted her hand and kissed it.

His eyes still never left hers.

"Please?" She said in order to cover the lump in her throat. The lump in which she wanted to scream her smile.

He moved his eyes to her lips. His head slowly moved towards hers. Eyes, lips, eyes, lips, eyes, lips...kiss.

He smiled and laughed.

"What! Tell me, I want to know." She returned her eyes into his.

He took a deep breath.

Smiled.

"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." He squeezed the words out of his throat knowing how completely ridiculous he sounded.

She gasped and laughed and slightly knudged his shoulder back.

Her head shook as she looked back into his eyes.

"I'm sorry, but I had to." He stared. Eyes, eyes, eyes.

She bit her lip, and his stomach dropped at how adorable she was.

He kissed her. Over, and over, and over, and over.

Her knees gave out and she fell backwards into the car, but he grabbed her before she hit.

He held her. They squeezed.

"It is though."

"What?"

"The moon. It's beautiful."

"I know."

She looked up into the endless sky and smiled.

He kissed her cheek.

She lowered her chin, and there eyes met. They locked.

She whispered a yelp of happiness, still smiling, pressed her lips against his, leaving a red tint, and quickly skipped towards her wooden door.

The air was whipping against her cheeks and her nose. Rosy.

He stood there staring at the pavement of which she just ran from. His mind was deeply in thought.

She opened the door went inside and as she was nearing the click of the closing door, her head poked out.

"Goodnight." She whispered loudly.

He looked up and was quickly drawn out of his thought. He found her eyes perfectly and kicked the cement from beneath his feet.

"You're beautiful." He whispered so softly she couldn't make it out.

"Huh?"

He got in his car. Smiled. And drove away.

She shut the door with a soft push.

"You're beautiful..." She said.