A/N: this is a series of scribbles made by Trent Lane in the margins of his Lyric book, something like a journal. This is occuring in the same AU as Mothers and Daughters.
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Notes
A gentle nudge in the dark.
Turning my head, I catch the scent of light summer rain.
In the warmth of the night, she comes to lay down alongside me. Pulling her closer, I marvel at the smoothness of her skin. I feel her breathing in and out, slowly, calmly, quietly. Without meaning to, I find myself breathing in cadence.
A tiny shiver passes through my body. This is a rare moment, one of those moments when perfection crosses the arc of your lifetime. I am content, I am happy, and I am the luckiest guy in the world.
I am complete.
"I love you, Daria."
Small words, released into the darkness.
"I love you too, Trent."
Finally, the timing was right.
No longer separated by the waves and turbulence of life, we could finally reach out and take each other's hand.
How long do we have? Not forever, nothing ever lasts that long. We are mortal creatures; destined to dust.
No matter how much your heart wants these feelings to last forever, they can't. Hear the note, taste the sweetness and let it find its place in your mesh of memory.
Plait our hair together, bring our bodies as tightly together as humans can, and wish in vain for even more.