My lips locked passionately with his and I knew the meaning of completion. Here in his arms, nothing could go wrong. The moon, the stars, the sun, all aligned—and such clichéd phrases were perfectly applicable instead of sickeningly cheesy. I kissed his cheek when our kiss was over, then gazed into his deep blue eyes. How could a human love me so thoroughly? This—this love, this passion—was unlike anything I had ever experienced in my life. This was what I dreamt of every night, without any exceptions. I kissed his smiling lips once more, and he fell easily into the kiss. Our lips moved in sync with each other for a few moments, and then he moved onto my neck, planting kisses and taking in my scent—a scent that he said reminded him of cherry blossoms. The door opened, disturbing the passion we were sharing with each other.

A distressed, bronze-haired boy with golden eyes stood in the doorway.