Becca's P.O.V

I feel my mascara running down my cheeks.

My hair is a mess and it's covered in snowflakes, yet Noah looks at me like I am the most beautiful creature that roams this fucked up world.

I flung myself into his arms. He catches me, perfectly. I throw my arms around his neck and sob into his shoulder. His arms circle around me.

We fit perfectly like two puzzle pieces.

How could I just give up on our love? He pulls me closer than ever and I feel like the most luckiest girl in the world.

"Becca?"he whispers, his lips brush against my ear. I turn to look at his dear face.

"Yeah?" I said.

"Can you please give some kind of response to my seriously messed up confession? I'm dying here." he says, wiping my face.

I can't help but laugh. I haven't laughed like this since well, he was hospitalised.

I cradle his face and say, "I belong to you. You have the key to my heart. I love you." He grins widely as I plant a kiss on his cheek.

" I belong to you, too. You know that right?" he asks, as a snowflake falls on his nose. He looks so vulnerable.

"I know." I answer, kissing his nose. He sighs in relief.

"You look so beautiful, right now." he says. I feel myself melting into a gooey mess.

Maybe being cheesy wasn't so bad. Only Noah can ever make me feel this way. We stand there, entwined around each other.

"Noah?" I ask.

"Yeah, babe?" he answers, brushing his lips against my temple.

"When, I was ten I wished on a shooting star. I wished for a miracle." I said.

"Did it come true?" he asks.

"Duh, it was you." I said, blushing. Noah's face softens and he pulls me closer.

Snowflakes are on his eyelashes. I shiver as the cold breeze passes me. He wraps his tux jacket around me.

I gaze into his eyes. I feel so cherished, so loved. I lean in closer. He leans in closer. Our lips meet.

It has been so long since we kissed.

The last piece of my broken heart is sewn together and I feel pure bliss. Our lips meet again and again.

I regret all the times, that I had doubted our love was worth it. Our love was worth all the doubts, worries, emotions and problems.

Our love was worth it, not because it was perfect. It was simply because it was magical. . .

THE END