Sarah grabs his hands, yanking her head away, and wipes her mouth. She holds the back of her hand to her lips, looking up at the black smears on his lips and chin.
Peter stands there. “You’re so beautiful.” A tear rolls down his cheek, and he stares at her, smiling.
Dropping her hand, Sarah looks him over, eyes widening at his usual appearance under his costume. "You're drunk, and right now, you need to leave me be. Please?" She looks up at his dull orange and brown eyes, bracing herself for another drunken outburst.
Peter stares back into her sparkling green eyes. Her familiar moonlit glowing tan. The way her shining curls surround her head and shoulders even when pulled away from her face. His eyes scan over her whole body. He can’t stop staring.
The breeze passes them both again.
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