August 2, 2015
They were sat on the roof of an abandoned house, watching the sun set while eating apples. The warm light emphasizes to her that the hair on his arms are the color of honey, and she masks her affection with a slight gasp, an exaggerated bite of her apple, then, an awkward laugh. His brows are furrowed as if he's considering a huge decision, then, he raises hem as if he recognizes someone among the imaginary crowd in front of them. This moment, she is certain, is the one she'd point at if he asks her, "When did you know?"