The school holiday finally arrived, and Feya felt her heart race as she walked toward the lakeside garden. The air was warm and sweet with the scent of blooming flowers, and the sunlight sparkled on the water.
Steve was already there, holding a small bouquet of roses. When he saw her, his smile widened. “These are for you,” he said shyly, handing them over.
“They’re beautiful,” Feya whispered, cheeks glowing as she accepted them.
They spent the afternoon walking along the water, laughing, sharing stories, and watching the clouds drift by. As the sun began to set, painting the sky in shades of gold and pink, Steve gently took her hand.
“I’m really happy you’re here with me,” he said softly.
Feya squeezed his hand back, her heart full. “Me too,” she whispered. And in that golden light, their story felt like it was only just beginning.
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As the sun dipped lower, painting the sky in brilliant shades of gold, pink, and lavender, Steve gently took Feya’s hand. The roses in her other hand seemed to glow in the warm light, and the lake mirrored the colors of the sky like a painting.
“Look at this,” Steve murmured, his eyes reflecting the sunset. “It feels like the world is just… ours right now.”
Feya’s breath caught, her heart fluttering. “It’s… beautiful,” she whispered.
Steve stepped a little closer, his voice soft. “Not as beautiful as you,” he said, and for a heartbeat, everything around them — the flowers, the lake, the glowing sky — seemed to fade.
The world held its breath as they stood there, hands intertwined, hearts racing, surrounded by a magic that only a first love could create.
Steve pulled out his phone, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “Wait, you have to let me capture this,” he said.
Feya laughed softly, brushing a stray hair from her face. “Me? In front of the sunset?”
“Yes! You look… perfect with the light like this,” he replied, raising the phone carefully.
Feya posed shyly, the roses in her hand, the wind teasing her hair, and the golden-pink sunset framing her like a dream. Steve snapped the photo, his smile wide.
“You’re going to make me look at this forever,” Feya teased, but her heart was fluttering too much to care.
“I might,” he admitted, showing her the photo. “But… it’s worth it. You’re stunning.”
Feya’s cheeks warmed as she looked at the screen, the sunset behind her, and realized that moments like this were exactly why first love felt so magical.
