Vision.

She looked at his face, her own kind of perfection glowing in the moonlight of that crescent shaped moon which wasn't her favourite phase of it. Nevertheless this night to her was as beautiful as she'd wanted it to be. The wind brushed against their faces and it's sound made her lose her mind and give into the envious glow of his flawless face. She couldn't help but blush for she could make that man smile that wide. With her tremulous hands, she had fixed his bruised parts, forgetting how her own were still dripping blood. Forgetting the red on her body, she had always bothered to cleanse the blue in his soul.
Her qualms about failure in love were finally blurring and it wasn't really hard to predict that from her face.
Her misery and wounds were never the concern, his pain and sorrow was. And having healed it, she was at the top of the world.
There was fire inside her, not the kind that burns, but the kind that heals, that gives you that much needed warmth.
They talked about the universe, about their universes, about failures and tiny triumphs, of everything that could be talked about until one moment they both lost control. He passionately leaned in onto her, just as he came a little closer, There was a strange noise in all of the world around them. Rihanna screaming through the phone which vibrated trying to wake her up from the dream which she prayed would come true, every night.
She went into the bathroom, and started to think of ways to mend his broken heart, of ways in which she could someday fill the minute voids in him which his grief had left behind.
Forgetting yet again, her own melancholy, she made plans of fixing that man. Because of no private gains, but just because he was the love of her life. And as soon as she stepped out of her house, she started working on making the dream come true. The distant dream, which she won't ever give up trying to bring to life.