It was him and I, walking in the wee hours of morning, my hand in his. Feet kissed wet ground, snow falling all around us, my small hand engulfed in his as he took me to I don't know where, but I did not really care. We had so much to talk about, so much to clear out, but in that moment I would take the peace. In that moment I would take the fantasy that I held onto, would take the beating heart and treasure the feeling of being by my mate's side before my world collapsed. The cold went unfelt by me, how could I feel cold when I was next to him, staring at my own feet only to move onto his, watching them move with grace, carrying a mighty man that the heavens saw fit to tie him to me, to my heart. I did not blame them though, did not fault them in any way for their work was perfection at its utmost best. The forest seemed to erupt into an explosion of fireworks as we passed,&nb
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