It was one of those nights where everything just felt right somehow. It was late in September, and the leaves had begun to turn yellow and orange and red and beautiful. Then again, that night, everything seemed beautiful to Rya.
Maybe it was just the fact that she was with Phil; maybe it was the general atmosphere. Either way, Rya was completely and utterly content. It was, she thought, a nice feeling.
That's why, as she and Phil sat on the curb in front of their house, Rya turned to Phil and said, "Phil…I think I'm happy. Really happy."
"Well, it is pretty nice out tonight," Phil responded.
"No, it's more than just that, though I do agree with you on that point. But it wouldn't be as nice without you here. You make me happy, Phil. When I'm with you, I feel…different, somehow. Like I've really found someone who'll always be there for me." She rested her head on his shoulder. "I guess what I'm trying to say is that I love you."
"I love you too, Rya. You're like the little sister I never had."
Rya looked up at him. "Sister?"
"That's not what I wanted to hear…"
Phil stared at her, slightly puzzled. "Then what did you want to hear?"
Rya looked away.
"Nothing. It's…it's nothing. I'll be fine."
"Good." Phil hugged her. "I'm gonna head back inside now. I'll leave the door unlocked, okay?" And with that, he got up and went back into the house.
Rya sighed sadly. All of a sudden, things seemed less…perfect. The moon seemed dimmer, the air colder, the colors of the autumn leaves less vibrant.
There was no denying it.
She wasn't happy.