Still Grace's P.O.V.

"Mike!" I squealed as he continued  to spin me round.

His laughter was like chimes, magical and beautiful.

Eventually, he put me back down onto the pavement, I stumbled a little from the dizziness but he steadied me, both still giggling.

Finally I looked up, I saw the grande gateway to Central Park and my heart accelerated into leaps and bounds, I grabbed Mike's hand hard and squeezed it tight, looking up at him with bright eyes and a big wide grin.
He sported the same emotionally fuelled and positive look as I did, we stood outside the gates for a moment, they weren't shut, we were just simply admiring the beauty and soaking up the glorious situation. Without words Mikey began to walk forward, pulling me along with him, we entered through the gates and into the park itself.

It was almost as if it was abandoned, no body was around at all, I know it was about 3:30am but being one of the most iconic places in this area, you'd think somebody would be around, even if it was a drunken rebellion.

But I didn't care, the loneliness was actually blissful, it meant myself and  Mikey could spend some quality time with each other...real time. Without any other eyes among us.

We walked along the path with a tree canopied roof, the path was lit on each side by lamps, ones that reminded me of 'singing in the rain'. The orange glow from the lamps highlighted Michael's face perfectly, it also allowed me to see a permanent smile on his face, he'd not stopped smiling since we got out of the hotel, it made me realise that all he really wanted was to be able to lead a normal life.