#WritcoStoryPrompt57
Standing there was the love of his life. The sun in her hair and the moon in her eyes. Life's precious jewel standing right beside him in the mist of the thick air. Love graced her so smoothly and her warm presence left way to thought.

He approached her and proceeded to assist her in society as the gentleman that he once might have put off to others as being. Her eyes spoke for her and he thought he found the one. No...