The season changes color, how many times have we changed color with it?
My feelings quiver like an unwilted flower
And I think of you
She'd wanted to see the world. That's really all she had ever asked of him. Everything else, he did of his own free will, and he was more than happy to do so.
Now that the world was a gentler, peaceful place, Xingke was comfortable letting Tianzi travel. He'd never seen her so happy. She had been a prisoner in her own palace, having experienced little of the outside world. Here, amongst the open fields and vibrant flowers, she looked even more delicate, yet she looked like she belonged. Her gentle beauty matched that of her surroundings.
Upon hearing what a picnic was, Tianzi had insisted they had one. That was the real reason they were out in the field. Her wish was Xinge's command. It always had been.
They were resting their backs against the soft picnic blanket, gazing up at the sky. There was a soft breeze playing across their faces and the sun's warmth was pleasant. In short, it was nothing but a perfect day.
"Oh," Tianzi cried out happily. With one hand she pointed into the vast blue sky, and gently placed the other in Xingke's hand, grabbing his attention. "That one looks like a flower," she said, referring to one of the only clouds in the sky. Cloud watching was a hobby she had developed in the past few minutes. In all honesty, however, Xingke was paying more attention to the wonderful burning sensation in his hand. Tianzi's hand was small and soft and gentle, yet there seemed to be a powerful energy emanating from it, transferring its power to Xingke's.
"And there's a rabbit," she said, pointing to another cloud and laughing lightly. Briefly, her fingers tensed with excitement, but quickly relaxed. Xingke smiled to himself, closing his eyes with satisfaction. If he had his way, he would stay in this moment for eternity. He knew he would never tire of moments like this. They were too perfect, too precious.
"Hey," Tianzi said. He could feel her hand leaving his. His eyes snapped open. She was sitting up and trying to suppress a smile. "You fell asleep, Xingke," she tried to sound offended, but he could still hear the smile in her voice.
"No, I was just-" Xingke started to defend himself, but stopped. He couldn't voice his thoughts aloud to Tianzi. It was improper. Not only was he eleven years her elder, he was also lower in station. There had been so many times he'd wanted to tell her how he felt, but he couldn't. It was odd. His sickness put so many things into perspective. The first and foremost being; you never know how much time you have left. Because he never knew when he would be forced to leave her side, Xingke felt compelled to confess to Tianzi. But because he loved her and had a sense of right and wrong, he kept the truth from her.
"Thinking," he ended. "I was only thinking."
"With your eyes closed?" she asked. She laid back down again, this time, resting her head on Xingke's chest and draping his arm across her stomach. "What were you thinking about?" She asked innocently.
"I was thinking about how I could spend all of my days this way," he admitted. He found it pointless to try and hide that fact from Tianzi. Besides, for some reason, his brain had stopped functioning as logically as it had seconds before. This could be attributed to the fact that Tianzi's touch made it hard for him to breathe and made his heart beat faster than he thought possible.
"What, having a picnic?" she asked, turning to glance at him. Her large scarlet eyes were as sweet as ever.
"No," he said, continuing softly, "With you." Tianzi's pale cheeks flushed a slight pink, but her face broke out into a smile.
"That's funny," she said, turning her attention back up to the sky. "I was thinking the same thing."
The love to you is alive in me. Woah- every day for love.
You are a side of me, woah- every day.