She is a Happy Person.

Her.

And I swear, at that moment it felt as if she'd jumped so high, her finger tips had grazed the horizon. Her nails had raked across the hazy beds of the clouds, tearing into them until colour poured out from the heavens and dispersed into her form, staining her skin and drenching her locks with the hues of paradise.

"Do you want to watch the sunset?", she asked.

Lord, why would I ever want to watch the sunset, when the entire universe stood before me ?

"Sure." I answered.