She smiled and hugged him.
“It’s nice.” She said.

He held her tight. “I’m glad you like it.”

“Of course I do.” She whispered.

Hours passed and they were still together, and as the sun began to set, she realized something was wrong.

How was this possible? How could they have been there in the comfort of each other’s arms for so long.

She watched the water of the river flow by, as if in vain.
A breeze shook the leaves, but the air was still warm. Everything was so pleasant…

But they were together.

She was scared. She shook him gently, as if she knew he never truly slept in the first place. He opened his eyes slowly. He knew her all too well, even from the short moments they were together, that despite her ever calm expression, there was distress in her eyes.

“What’s wrong.” He asked.

“This isn’t right.” She said. “You should take me back.”

He laughed. “Why?”

“Because we shouldn’t be here.”

“Here?”

“Together.” She whispered, as if even the grass would betray them. “I have to go back. I have to.” She said, almost firmly.

At this point, he stood up, as if complying. The sun set behind him and she could not see his face.

“You can’t" He said, "go back.”