Almost in a dream, she stepped outside. In a gleam of light, she was awoken; everything came rushing to her. The wind, the sun, the sky, the fields, but also... him. This should’ve been her moment but, well, she couldn’t stop imagining if… if he was here with her. He would’ve loved the clouds, winced at the sun, been mildly confused about the wheat… He should’ve been here with her.
She'd like to say she was happy moving forward, that she didn’t look back. She kept thinking that maybe he’d somehow fall from nowhere, dazed but safe, and she'd run over, embracing him and never letting go. He would’ve told her that waiting was silly, but he wasn’t there to do so. She have no shame in saying she cried, except when she remembered he hated to see her do it.
After a couple hours, she found that she felt better. She realised he was still with her, in a way, she thought. The electric blue sky, the pale yellow fields, the fact that she was standing there; he’d helped her to get here. She lifted her head up, letting the sun illuminate her face, the same way his blue light had lit up hers when they'd first met.