Her hair was disheveled, with fragments of a red petal mixed in between the strands as she held Norris in her arms, talking about something. Both of their expressions carried a trace of naive childishness.
It was hard to imagine that, after everything she had experienced, she could maintain such a mindset.
He always felt that Norris Moore was the most wonderful existence in this world.
He could list thousands of Norris Moore's virtues, but he loved her because she was enough to make him happy, enough to make him sad, enough to make him ache, and enough to make him care. Her joys and angers could sway his emotions with their fluctuations.
Or perhaps, it was her existence that awakened all his sensations.
She let him know all that belonged to beauty in this world.
She led him out of the darkness, allowed him to open his eyes, and see the brilliance of the sun and the splendor of flowers.
He might never be able to let go of such feelings in his lifetime.
