The last time I saw him was a year ago. A long year filled with hope and loneliness.
The sea of people crowding the corridor now surrounded him as they praise his work. It has not even been an hour since the dreaded scene was laid in front of me and I am trying not to fall apart at his feet. He had not looked away from me since his eyes had caught mine. Even after all the time apart from each other the connection we shared was becoming too much for the both of us and the compelling field called to have us closer to each other. He walked closer and yet couldn't break that wall that was around us, knowing I may not desire it. He was thinking again, a habit I would have to break him of, yet I liked to watch him as he thought about the different ways to go about a situation. The frown lines increased as he stared at me and noticed the scares on my body for the first time and the sorrow in my eyes as he stared into them.
He must have noticed my intentions because he moved closer and then pulled me to him in a hug that had me clinging to him for life. I felt him pull me closer doing the same, needing the reality of it being over to be just that his reality. I let him take it in and then I pulled him away from everyone, needing the solitude and the need to except everything that had happened in the last few hours. He needed to take in the reality of peace for the first time in his life. He needed the support and to lean on someone other than himself and to know I wasn't leaving. He needed the time to grieve for all he has lost.
I didn't notice the tears falling from his eyes till his body shook with sobs. It has like reassuring a child, and I am so eager to let him lean on me knowing I was the person he sought after. I didn't know I was crying till he wiped the tears from my cheeks. I was in his arms while he let me cry into his chest. I felt him kiss my head over and over as he rocked us to a soothing motion. Then I heard him for the first time in a year "I love you Gin." It was his nickname for me, the only person permitted to call me that and I cried harder hearing it again.
Once I calmed down I looked up at him and smiled. "I love you too and thanks."
He moved attentively closer to me till his lips hovered over mine. "You're welcome, and Gin, thank you." He said before pressing his lips to mine in a kiss that by some means caught me by surprise, despite the fact that I saw it coming.