The pink mountain dusk... it painted her face with a soft blush. I watched her gentle lips curve delicately into a smile. It seemed like time froze around us and our minds were in a void, completely empty except for the one thing that mattered. Us. Slowly, I reached to tuck a few strands of her dark violet dyed hair behind her ear, only just then noticing the sparkling cloud dust that freckled the top of her head. My arms were tenderly draped around her waist and, without conscious control, they drew her in closer. Together we thoughtlessly brought our faces toward each other. A faint giggle had escaped her lips, while her cold rose tinted no