No words are spoken, but despite this, she finds solace in watching the sun set against him. There was something about the way the shadows strike particular angles of his face, the way each ray of light illuminates his calm eyes. There was something about this that felt okay, for the first time in awhile. She thinks that it is because everything at this very moment is aesthetically pleasing; she found beauty in anything and everything that she could find it in. Maybe that was why it all felt okay.