it had started to rain when they were out walking early in the morning. she would look up at him, before he took her hand, and pulled her with him. they ran fast to try and avoid the wet drops that were pouring down from above. they ran past all the old stores, with the broken windows they had been looking through earlier in that early morning.
when they ran past the flower shop, she let go of his hand, stopped in her tracks, and looked at all the difference flowers that were outside of the small shop. they were all being hit by the drops of water.
he looked at her admiring the flowers. her eyes were locked on the purple rose, that were hidden in between the tulips, Daisy’s, sunflowers, orchids and the original red roses. he took the purple rose out of the group, and placed it behind her right ear. she looked up at him, and their eyes met. he had never seen her face shine more than in that moment, under the sunrise at 5 am, in the pouring rain, and with that smile on her face, that he lived for. he took her face in his hands, and kissed her. their lips moved in sync with each other.
as the sound of thunder moved over the city of New York, they looked up above them, as a lighting showed itself on the sky. she looked deep into his eyes, before she pulled him out of his thoughts, as she took his hand and began to run home.
peace and love,