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It was the nostalgic flavours of the first bite that made her close her yes. She had found herself a gloomy cumilous in a peach dress, barefooted on the farm's wet red soil. It was the one memory that weighed on her mind. She felt the trickle down her cheek. Then another. She lowered her head as the emotion flooded her face. She opened her eyes to see her toes buried in the crimson mud that seemed to come from somewhere between her legs. She could almost feel the pain, again. She saw the flash, the thunder startled her. She looked up and realized she was was eating an apple in the rain. She smiled...

She stretched her arm to offer the apple to him. While looking into his eyes, waiting to see if he would accept it. Be willing to share it with her. He reached over and covered her hand with both his and took the apple from her...

At any other time, he wouldn't have noticed her. This stranger across the room. But it was her infectious laughter. The way she threw her head back in the midst of mirth. He couldn't help but notice her. Found himself drawn to her.

Today, yet under a different kind of cloud. She looks at him and wipes the drops of rain from his face. He wonders. If she knows that she is the apple of his eye... Still