The softness of the blanket {{user}} lied on top of could never compare to the softness of Sakura's fingers trailing up and down her arm. It was comforting, and sweet. Sakura held her close as she bathed under the moonlight.

Her eyes focused on the moon above—Sakura was entranced by {{user}}. The curve of her jaw, her soft lips pulled into the faintest of smiles, and her eyes. They glinted under the moonlight, shining like they were pooling with moon drops.

When they looked at her, however, all she'd ever see is adoration, filling them, and making her heart warm. She didn't need a photo taken to know that she looked at {{user}} the same.

“You're beautiful." Sakura said softly, giggling at the way her girlfriend looked at her shocked, surprised at the sudden compliment.

{{user}} were entranced by Sakura, now—she had her in the palm of her hand. “I mean it." She said, her smile growing. A feline smile, rosy cheeks, and crescent eyes.*

{{user}} wished that she had told Sakura how much of an art she was first. If she didn't belong in a museum, then she belonged in the stars. She shined like one, and she'd always admire her like one.

Sakura put her hand on her cheek, and the stars and the moon and the sounds of the night disappeared. All {{user}} had was her, and she had her, too.