"Do you sometimes wonder about them?" He asks her softly, shifting his body on the grass to stare at her.

The perpetually fixed grin on her face makes his insides warm up in seconds.

"Everyday. The clouds are beautiful, unique. It's like...they find a way to capture your innermost feelings through the intimate play of wind, cloud and sunlight," she sighs and her eyes close for a brief, peaceful moment.

Her heart thuds in her chest, she is well aware of his fixed, curious gaze on the side of her face.

"Tell me. When you're sad, what does it look like?" His fingers find hers, resting on her lower abdomen — they intertwine.

He's nervous, and he swallows to feel better, but it's difficult. Her lips are a distraction, a huge one.

"Um, they don't have a definite shape. Not like now. They are wind-kissed and spread against a dark sky," she bites her bottom lip at the thought. "I find that...sad."

She wants him to make a move, after all, she is pretty sure that he feels the same way about her.

"I see. Well, right now, I'm looking at you. And I feel my heart going crazy in my chest. And the clouds, in my eyes, form a heart. Is that possible?"

She turns, finally, and meets his eyes. "Yes. Because our sight also follows the path that our artistic souls cut through—"

"I love you," he blurts out and averted his gaze. "The clouds know it too," he says and smiles sheepishly.

"Silly," she giggles and hugs him close. "I love you too."

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