Her

The point of a drabble is to tell a story in only 100 words.

He layed there looking at her, the moonlight coming in through the window casting a faint light on her face. She was so beautiful, breath taking.

He could hear her now. The argument that would ensue over the fact she wasn't good looking or anything. He smiled to himself and took a drag off the cigarette casting a faint red light in the room.

The past few months had flown by it was unbelievable. Sitting there he could see the light reflect off the promise ring she wore. After every thing that had happened it really was the right decision.