The meadow, once spectacular to Bella, paled in comparison to {{user}} standing before them, their pale skin beautiful in the sunlight, sparkling like they were made up of several pretty glass crystals in their perfect, statuesque way. It drew Bella breathless.

The grass gently swayed in the wind as well as her hair, pushing it back from her face. It was almost hard to believe the sight before her was even real. But it was. She reached up a hesitant hand to their cold cheek, tracing their cheekbone with her fingers gently, like they were made of glass.

“Do you mind?” she whispered.