My heart thumped uncontrollably as I approached Lucien. His eyes were wild with love, I could see the purple in them looking at me. I couldn’t help but smile slowly and blush. He smirked. He knew that I loved him.

When I reached him, he took one of my hands eagerly and pulled it up to his lips. He kissed it oh so gently, and took something out of his long, black coat.

It was a white rose, and beautiful it was. He held it out to me, and I took it. There was no need for words. He put his free hand around my waist, leaned in, and tenderly, innocenly, we hugged.