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Third person POV 

Heather rushed around the apartment for her pink lipgloss. It was her first date with James as an engaged couple so she wanted to look perfect for the date.

She had a 2-inch heel on one foot, while she held the other one in her hand and hobbled around dangerously. With a hop and a twist of her wrist, she managed to slip the other shoe on and ran to her bedroom, where she found her sweet-tasting lipgloss on her dresser. She then ran to the bathroom mirror and applied the sticky, subtly pink gloss to her full lips and ran her fingers through her long, perfectly curled light  hair. She smiled to herself, confident that she was ready for her date, when she noticed she looked a little paler than usual. The blonde shrugged it off and brushed a little bit of blush to the apples of her cheeks to give them a little more color.

There was a soft knock at her bedroom door and the blonde quickly went towards it. It was like it was a real date with her fiancé greeting her at the door except it was her bedroom door.

"Hey, you look beautiful tonight." James said as he pecked Heathers lips.

"You look extra handsome tonight." Heather smiled.

"Shall we go, m'lady?" James asked cutely and Heather giggled.

"We shall." The blonde said.

"I thought we could walk to that nice restaurant on the beach," James said as they exited the Palmwoods, still hand in hand. "We can take a walk on the sand and then maybe see a movie? It's nothing that special, I know, but it'll still be-"

"Jamie, that sounds lovely," Heather said, interrupting his babbling. She knew he just wanted the date to be perfect, and not to be cliché or anything, but in Heather's eyes any date he could have planned would be perfect just because he would be with her.

They walked to the beach, which was about a mile away, while they laughed and joked around with each other easily. That was one of many things that they mutually loved about each other, they were both silly and understood each other's humor.

Even though Heather had walked to the beach many times before, it seemed like the short trip was further than normal. After several minutes her legs started to feel a bit weak and shaky, and she was feeling a bit out of breath. It was an unusual feeling for her as she always had great stamina.

James noticed that Heather had grown quiet as she pondered her predicament. He squeezed her hand, which was a bit damp with sweat, and looked in her far-away eyes.

"Hey Heath, where'd you go?" He teased lightly. Heather blinked and stared at him for a moment before smiling.

"Oh nowhere sorry," she said with a chuckle. James arched an eyebrow in concern when he noticed that the small girl was shivering slightly.

"Are you cold?" He asked gently. It wasn't very cold out, but being that it was night time and she was only dressed in a long sleeved t-shirt and a knee length, ruffled black skirt, the air felt a bit chilly.

Heather shrugged and blushed. The blonde had the chills, especially when the wind blew, but she felt that it was her own fault because she forgot her jacket in the midst of her anxious bustle to get ready for their date.

"I'm fine, Babe, really. We'll be there soon," she said, secretly hoping that they really would arrive to their destination soon. She could see the restaurant up ahead, but it looked impossibly far away.