Fire can consume the sun here; before that comes, Natasha feels like she is in heaven.

It appears every color in the rainbow is use to paint the ground. The surrounding wildflowers appear delicate, wild, and intoxicating. She could feel the grass tickling her bare feet as the warmth of the sun, the shimmering colors of the flower drew her in and her feet sink into the soft grass and hard earth. She relaxed.

A pair of arms encircled her. A sigh left her dark pink lips, and she smiled.

She presses against his chest, and his grip tightens around her. His cool lips brushed against her shoulder, and her breath caught in her throat. She basked in the warmness of his embrace and turned, wrapping her arms around him.

She leans her head against his chest.

In his arms, time seems to stand still. It’s a familiar feeling here; she feels light as if floating, and the only gravity she has is him.

She drew away from him, his palm stroked her cheeks, and she met his sapphire blue eyes, shadowed in darkness with crimson flecks. She turned away from him, her gaze fixed on the meadow around them. He held her hand. The golden-green grass ringed the flowers, and the colors had gathered in their petals. The hues were caught between them, trapped yet free in the sunlight’s rays.

The flowers appear to have minds of their own, not even bowing to the will of the rustling wind.

The petals shimmered in yellow, pink, and red in the sunlight, and their beauty captivated her. She could feel it beating within her, relentlessly but beautifully. The sound of the waterfall resonated in the distance.

Oh, She sighs in bliss.

The water created a soft sound as the wind blew through it and the water crashing against the rocks echoed in the air. She could feel it with every drop of water, every breeze against the flowers, and she could feel those flowers on the verge of blooming. She could feel the petals breathing, and her lungs expanded in response.

She breathed in the scents of apricots, dandelions, roses, and water and earth lingering in the air. All of the sensory feelings crash together within her like a wave. She closed her eyes. The breeze brushed against her face in feather-like strokes. His gaze traced the sharp corners of her face as the sun’s rays touched her olive skin. She reveled in the warmth, and the cool air carried the earthy aroma of water and dirt. He pulled her closer to his chest, and she looked at him, puzzled. Her pulse skipped a beat as he leaned in closer, close enough to kiss, but he stopped. She shivered at the sensation of his breathing tickling her cheeks. The warmth permeated her veins. He was frigid to her touch; It warmed her heart at the tenderness he held her with. She could feel his kisses on her hair. Time passed as she counted his breathing as it matched hers.

The warm breeze brushed about them, turning into a chilly wind. Natasha’s eyes flew open.

The woods became a foreboding forest of dark branches, and everything around her died. Natasha’s heart stopped beating. Everything around her turned lifeless and withering in an instant. It’s as though the trees are trying to suffocate her. A blaze burst all around her. She was alone in the fire, crimson, ferocious flames ready to devour the sun, dark clouds covering the sky.

Smoke blocked her vision as she struggled to climb out of the flames.

There was no escape.

The heat was so unbearable that she wanted to rip her skin off.

She could see him outside the circle through the smoke and fire, and her heart flooded with relief.

He is safe.

She could feel her heart hammering in her ears as she glanced at him.

He extended his palm toward the flames, his pained red-blue eyes meeting hers.

“Don’t!” she screamed, attempting to stop him.

Her lungs are suffocated from the smoke as she coughs, and her wind-wiped tightens by the second.

To her horror, he jumped into the fire.

“Natasha, wake up!” He shook her and seized her arms.

“Wake up, Natasha; it is just a dream!”