Sunshine hung high in the horizon, shining down, with clouds encircling beneath the radiant sun. Ultraviolet rays danced throughout the greenery below—reflecting in the streams that flowed by the valley you were both sitting in. Grass pricked and tickled Anakin's hand as he brushed his fingertips over the blades, delicately tugging at a small flower before returning his focus to you.

That smile you were wearing was causing his heart to soar within his chest, and he was unable to prevent himself from smiling at your expression. Anakin had no concept as to how long the two of you had been sitting in the valley—only that he was reluctant to depart any time soon.

Anakin's love for you held no bounds—you could be performing something as fundamental as taking in the lush foliage surrounding you, and nothing would be more stunning than you. Anakin picked a small flower and twirled the stem between his fingers, watching the petals whirl and flutter. Before carefully tucking it behind your ear.

"Well, don't you look pretty?" Anakin murmured with a teasing smile—despite the fact that his remarks were far more true than he let on.