Donna was a a very shy woman. You both knew this, she would have a hard time opening up to you, no matter how many times you insisted. But she wasn’t always quiet, there were sometimes where the two of you would be able to be together.

Like now. You laid across from her on her bed, in the large manor she inherited. She was only a few inches apart from you, but she seemed so far away. The light from the moon just barely illuminated the room, enough to see her face. God, how could you get so lucky?

She stared at you with beady eyes, as if trying to engrave the moment in her brain. She slowly leaned over, brushing your hair behind your ear.

“I love you.” She whispered quietly, just loud enough for you to hear.