Aug. 14th, 2008

stolehispurse: (Dance with Giac)
It was there, between the half-biting words that could be shared with nobody else, looking at the way those blue eyes would react, laughter and a bit of pain and surprise lighting them up and it seemed right in a world that was completely wrong, and had been as long as she could remember.

It was there in the motions of a single dance, all alone in the empty street, to the sounds of stolen music, his face half in shadow but his hands, and his lips, speaking truths that only made sense to the two of them.

It was there when her breath caught, the night not able to hide the infinite happiness on his face as he slipped that ring on her finger, and her whisper of gratitude preceded a kiss that seemed a promise of lifetime of it.

It was there as she woke up in the morning, knowing that she'd see him in moments almost, as soon as she was dressed and ready, and that next week, next week she would be his wife, and their fates sealed together for eternity.

And then it was just gone.

For something unexpected, unsought, uninvited, its absence was shattering, breaking her to pieces of who she once had been. Before she knew it.

And that was not nearly as terrible as what was happening to him.

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