We're under the stars, far away from Lima, far away from everything that made you hurt, Santana. The only things for miles around are nature and us. Always us.
You shiver as you place your head on my bosom, close to my heart, and I don't know if it's from the cold or if it's because here it's just us.
It's just us Santana. No walls, no facades, no outings, no disownments; no whispers, no rumors, no heated stares, no hardened hearts. Just us. Always just us.
You close your eyes and I take your hand in mine. Neither of us speak; the silence bears forth all the words we need to hear.
You shiver again, and I make you shift, slowly, gently, and put my arms around you. Your breathing slows; soon you'd be fast asleep. I don't mind, really. Sleep is the only time where your worries can't find you. You worry so much San. So, so much.
With each breath you take, a star comes out. Soon, the sky would be full of them.
I have to wake you up sooner or later.
We'll have to go back to where people are oppressed because of who they love. But right now, I just want to hold you in my arms, feel your hair on my face, listen to you breathe in and out.
I want to savour this moment Santana. This moment where we're not just us because we're forced to, but we're us just because we are. Us. Just us. Always us.
A/N: I'm trying something out, because everything gives me Brittana feelings. We were oriented today for school, and they mentioned infinity. For some reason, it always reminds me of stars.
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