How one woman's smile could be so utterly radiant, some may never know. One could easily mistake her heart to be constructed of gold, that gentle yellow simmering off her as a constant reminder of the kindness she encased within herself.

Rem was the definition of warmth, the utter epiphany of gentleness. You can still recall the first time she had taken your hand into her own, skin feather-like as it connected with yours. It was hard to forget the pure tenderness of her thumb as it traced the back of your hand, especially with such practiced care.

This woman may indeed be your death.

Even now, as the pair of you rest on the couch of your shared apartment, you can feel the tips of her fingers running in gentle circles on the nape of your neck. No matter what mood you may be in, she'd be there, gently easing the tension from your shoulders with movements so soft one could believe she was an angel.

"I'm having a hard time believing you're watching the movie," That sweet reminder of her presence was energizing, her tone only holding light amusement. "Something on your mind again?" And of course, observant as ever.