When the Wind Blows, She Never Looks Back
“I was actually just wondering what brand this scarf is. It’s incredibly scratchy against my neck.”
He let out a bright, boisterous laugh.
And right at that exact moment, the northern lights finally burst across the sky.
A brilliant ribbon of emerald green light stretched flawlessly from one horizon all the way to the other, looking infinitely more breathtaking than any professional photograph I had ever seen in my life. Rain kept his head tilted upward, staring at the sky for a long time before he finally reached deep into his heavy parka pocket and pulled out a small ring box.
It was made of elegant velvet, but because he had been clutching it so tightly in his palm, the surface was entire