Amelie’s hand felt cold in Shawn’s. Despite that, the feel of her skin was still the same. Smooth and soft. Shawn loved the touch of her hand, and he had been missing it for a very long time.

“Amelie?” he whispered softly. She didn’t seem to answer him.

She had closen her eyes, letting her hazel brown hair cover her face. Tenderly, he pushed her hair away from her face and was shocked to discover that her cheeks were wet from tears.

Slowly, he removed his hand from hers, unsure about what to do. He looked up at the sky, at the bright sun shining it’s radiance all over. Funny how it could be such a sunny day, when deep inside, Shawn felt like he could break.