A something I had to write in English class once...

The perfect, unbroken stillness hovered in the shimmering air – palpable; tangible. A gentle evening breeze caressed my cheek as I gazed towards the far horizon, on fire with magnificent shades of pink, orange, blood red and fading blue. Higher in the sky drifted wispy white clouds, fragile, yet majestic in their own right, and tinged magenta at the edges. Enveloping me was a sweet scent that was hard to place; all I knew was that it was clear, pure and heavenly. As I sat on a velvet soft cushion of grass, the mountains seemed to rise around me – not threateningly, but as if to protect and comfort me.

From within the deep silence, a soft voice floated out delicately. ‘Ella?’ It did not seem to disturb the tranquillity of the gorgeous evening, however. If anything, it enriched it. The voice was low and gentle, musical and lilting – it made me smile, and, the same as most other times I heard it, I was so absorbed in its music that I forgot to respond. ‘Ella?’ The voice called my name again, and this time I turned to see him, a tall figure standing behind me, the only thing that could make this day more wonderful than it already was. He had his hands casually tucked in the pockets of his jeans, and a simple, easy smile played upon his lips. His curly brown hair flopped uncooperatively in his face, stopping just short of his eyes. His eyes – bluer than the midday sky and swirling with a beautiful magic of their own, they sparkled like the sun reflected off the sea on a brilliant cloudless day. Those eyes could make my heart pound so fast that it threatened to burst out of my ribcage.

‘I knew I’d find you here,’ he smiled, his words like a symphony in the beautiful evening stillness. ‘Leith,’ I began, but before I could continue he covered the ground between us in two steps, the grass springing back to cover his footsteps. He lowered himself down beside me and we slipped into comfortable silence, watching the breathtaking scene before us. The mountains rolled towards the horizon, the clouds hung lazily in the sky and the brilliant sunset painted the sky in every possible shade of pink and red. I was just thinking that this day could not be more perfect, when Leith slowly, shyly, slid his hand into mine.