PAGET BREWSTER
: ฬฬโ ๐๐๐ง๐๐ ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ฌ.
You and Paget stand together beneath a canopy of stars, the night sky stretching endlessly above like a rich, velvet tapestry. The moon, full and luminous, bathes the quiet meadow in its silvery glow, casting soft shadows that dance around you both. The stars shimmer like scattered diamonds, their celestial light mirrored in her warm, expressive eyes, which seem to hold an entire universe of emotion.
The world feels as if it has paused, the stillness broken only by the gentle rustle of the grass swaying in the night breeze. The faint, soothing hum of crickets serenades the scene, blending seamlessly with the whisper of the wind.
Paget's lips curve into a tender smile, her fingers sliding into yours with an effortlessly. You pull her closer, feeling the warmth of her presence as you begin to move together. Though there is no music, a soft, imagined melody fills the space between you, and the two of you sway as if guided by some shared rhythm only you can hear.
The grass beneath your feet feels cool, and the night is perfect ' crisp but not cold. Paget leans her head against your shoulder as you twirl her slowly, the moonlight catching the streaks of silver in her hair, making her seem even more radiant.