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She stood, staring at the sun, or at least with the sun warming her face. She could hear a voice, his voice, as he continued on, but the sun beckoned to her, made her stop and seek its caress. She let her thoughts wander, wrapping her arms around herself. This whole situation was confusing; loving him was sometimes a bitch, but she would be damned if she would give up on something so right.

“Are you listening to me?”

She turned, sunlight dazzling her vision, and smiled at him as he walked back towards her, that little smirk settled on his lips. “I am.” she replied, and reached for his hand.

“What did I just say?”

Squeezing his hand, she pulled him closer and leaned into him, laying her head upon his shoulder. “That you love me.” His laughter warmed her from within as the sun warmed her from without, and she held him close.

“I do.” he assured her, kissing her temple softly.

She stepped back when her world stopped tilting, still holding his hand. “I know.” she said, grinning at the small shake of his head. “I believe it, and I feel it, therefore I know it.” she added, leaning to kiss his cheek in that spot she knew made his heart flutter.

The two continued on, continuing to talk as the sun rose into the sky and renewed the earth with its warmth.

A small snippet of something, inspired by the word given to us this week at Trifecta’s Monday Challenge: bitch; also by the image prompt at The Mag.