SHE WAS HAPPY

Can a plain white apron, stain on its edges, make someone look elegant? Or pretty?

Yes! For Niall, It was all making sense.

Instant but shaky response with a weak nod after each dreadful and grumbling voice behind her was only the way someone could notice or tell if there's still a life in that body, If she is still breathing, if her heart is still working. Involuntary movements of her legs, her clumsy hands.................had he ever seen eyes that were as ripped as hers?

Yet, for Niall, it was all making sense.

For him, she was a reminder of someone he loved. For whom he would have traded everything he once possessed and everything he owned………….just to see her alive, in front of him.