Hey all! It has been a while I know. I am in the midst of writing a new story! But I am having some serious writers block because this has been stuck in my head so I needed to get this out. So here you all are a little one-shot piece. Please be kind and review.
Touch. A brush of fingers against my skin. Subtle, a whisper across my skin. Innocent little touches. That lights my skin on fire. A burning sensation that refuses to quit. When did this happen? When did I become jelly under his touch?
It has been exactly a year ago today that a treaty was signed and we became free. The war was over. Now we are celebrating in remembrance to all that we lost. To celebrate our brothers and sisters. The mess hall is decorated with balloons and happy transgenics. I can smell the sweet aroma of wine as I walk through. I have no interest in this. I am here because he asked me to and I could never refuse him.
I feel a set of eyes on me as I enter. Always on me. Always intense. Too intense. I look down because I cannot meet his eyes. Not yet. I am afraid of what he will see. I am afraid of what I feel.
He is in a corner laughing with Sketch and Mole. I know he is watching. Always looking out for me. I move towards a beautifully decorated white table and grab a glass of wine. Courage even. This is the night. He needs to know.
I had spent the majority of my day atop the Space Needle. I needed space. Silence. He should have been here celebrating with us.
It had been a year since we had lost him. I remember it perfectly. I had seen the gun. I had heard the shot. I had braced myself for the intense pain that never came. I heard more shots and when I opened my eyes there lay White and Josh. I feel to my knees and broke down. He was gone. Joshua was gone. I could not breathe. I remember a scream unaware it had been my own. I just sat there. Josh in my arms, begging him to come back to me. Silence was all that was left.
I had been pulled away by familiar arms. He just held me as I cried. Never letting me go. I had never seen so much pain in his eyes. He was being strong for me. Promising to never let me go.
He never did. I realize, more so now than ever, how he has never let go. Always strong, always there. Reminding me that I am not alone without ever saying the words. I realized now that I cannot be without him. I'm in love.
"I wish he was here too."
His voice brought me back. It always did.
"Is it that obvious?" I smiled weakly.
"No, but I know you." He wrapped his arm around me. "He would want us happy and celebrating."
"I know."
"Dance with me."
I can do this. I grabbed hold of his arm noticing his smile as he led me to the dance floor. I put my arms around him as we swayed. His eyes on me.
Being in his arms, time ceases to exist. It is just us. I am afraid that my own breath might burst this moment. But I know that here in his arms I am safe. He won't let go.
"What are you thinking about?" he whispers.
It is this moment I meet his gaze. I see it. He knows. I am not afraid anymore.