Her champagne blonde hair.

Lifting her fingers off the alphabetical keypad, she ran her fingers through her champagne blonde hair at the back of her head, finally realising fatigue has caught up with her body. She gently pushed herself away from the screen and got up on both feet, feeling the usual aches in her back. It felt as though she had miles to travel as she dragged her burnout body to the couch. She plonked herself right onto the leathery surface and let out a sigh of relaxation. She reached out for her mobile phone on her proximate coffee table, flipped it open, already contented to see his beautiful face behind the screen.

She had in mind to ring him up, knowing that he would still be awake. She contemplated, but eventually decided to put off the idea as she didn't feel like talking at the darkest hour of the night.

She was getting too comfortable in the couch, very aware that she would soon drift off to slumberland. Not desiring for that to happen just yet, she laid herself in the most awkward position and attempting hard to keep her eyes wide open. She merely wanted a break from the piling reports to rush.

It was getting late, and the thoughts just streamed into her head naturally. She wasn't any luckier in other aspects of life. As she stared at the ceiling in a daze, all she could see at the back of her eyes were his images. She had a pair of emerald-coloured eyes, nothing like the rest.

His flashing images never ceased to appear, and it was unbearable, but she didn't stop them from playing out in her mind. These were the ones that kept her company throughout her sleepless nights. Funny as it seems, despite being extremely lethargic each night, she simply couldn't get to sleep without few rounds of tossing and turning.

She pulled herself up from the couch reluctantly and decided to walk towards the window, just standing by it. She peered out into the night sky. It was a typical spectacular sight, with a sleek sharp crescent moon hanging and a good sprinkle of sparkling stars against the sky.

She closed her eyes, picturing this beautiful scene with his presence. She pined for his companion, however, her simple request was way beyond her reach. Tears started welling up in her eyes, burning the inner flesh of her eyelids. Hot tears coerced her eyes open, bursting themselves free and rolling down her soft rosy cheeks. It wasn't like her choice, because it pains her to hurt herself this way, but she simply couldn't help but to weep.

She swept her finger tips across her face, wiping her tears dry. She searched for the best image in her mind to console herself. His face. His soft brown hair and hazel-coloured eyes. Those alluring eyes with a slight smile to match, a perfect face that attracted her gaze. Nothing else, that was all to comfort her. She finally put a smile on her face with a tinge of sweetness on her tongue, even though it only lasted for a sheer moment.

She stepped away from the window, returned to her seat and took a deep breath, as if convincing herself that she will be strong enough to face many other tomorrows despite all unhappiness. She took a lock of her champagne blonde hair, placing it under her nose and taking a whiff of her raspberry-spritz hair. Feeling all fresh and slightly perked up, she placed her fingers on the keypad and picked the work up where she left it.