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A/N: I wrote this in about 10 minutes, hence the drabbleness of it all.
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"The First Time….."
She's his warmth. The first time he met her, he knew. He could barely speak, barely get the words out, but something inside of him thawed.
He remembers the first time that she danced with him: a play for all his friends, and he felt the ice around him crack.
He remembers the first time that she told him she loved him, after Adelle. And he knows that she misconstrued his words, but still something reformed inside of him.
He remembers the first time he kissed her. Properly: on the balcony, the scent of blossom intermixing with the faint taste of alcohol on her tongue. And he could feel something inside softly start to beat again.
He remembers bringing her home from the health farm. And he remembers standing in Frasier's apartment, her words reverberating through him. And something inside of him caught fire and burned.
He remembers holding onto her, barely making it to her room. And she warmed every part of him. And afterwards, he heard it, in his head, a dull rhythm that he had forgotten.
And she placed her hand on his heart and felt it beat underneath her. Uncracked, thawed. Warm.