He was sitting atop a lush green hill, looking down upon a town which he could not name. He was leaning his back against the trunk of a tree, legs outstretched in front of him. It took him a few seconds to notice a pair of legs slightly smaller than his own beside him, and the warm touch of another person on his hand. He looked down to see his hand entwined in hers, fingers interlocking to make an unbreakable bond between them. He heard a light, crisp crunch beside him and saw her taking a bite into a bright red apple. He laughed and reached above his head, plucking the red fruit from the branches above him, twisting his arm as he pulled down. He took a bite of the apple and squinted as the sour taste made his eyes water. He heard a soft, joyous laugh beside him, and finally took a real glance at the person beside him. He saw her face and took in a sharp breath as a myriad of sensations blossomed in his stomach. She was, in his opinion, the epitome of beauty. Her dark, straight hair flowed around her shoulders and face, the wind pushing it ever so slightly. Her dark eyes almost perfectly matched the colour of her brown hair. Small, almost invisible spots sparsely covered the ridge of her small nose and the higher part of her cheeks, and her smile made it appear as if the world was entirely focused on her. And in that moment, he realised who he was.
"I am hers."
