Disclaimers: I own nothing... so tired of stating this...
Author's note: This could be a sequel to Warmer Than Moonlight or it could stand alone as a one shot... anyway just another idea I wanted to write it out. Reviews or opinions are equally welcome. Thanks.
Spring came, arrived quietly along with the drastic change of temperature, along with the drastic change of scenery. The white blanket disappeared, giving in to the initiative green nature. Only months ago, cold struck the city with biggest population, snow blanketed the city in its pure white cover, which fur made out of little crystal droplets. Months yet it seemed only yesterday to him where he would become an extra blanket to her, chasing away the cold that crawled into her bone and nightmare that shocked her to the core, making sure dreamless sleep would come to her in his warm arms.
And, she went through drastic change too… his world changed.
His trip down the memory lane was over and there he was, lying against the shady old oak tree which had been through a lot more winter than he did, being a comfortable personal cushion for the woman in his arms. What has left of her was nothing he knew, her brandy color eyes had lost most of its glint, her face the color of bleached white sheet, her strong grip was no stronger than the strength of a child. What made of her had gone as days go by, but her endless love for him remained standing, his unconditioned love for her never wavered.
Not fair. He thought bitterly to himself. Flowers blossomed, dry branches revived, new life begins while the love of his life's clock ticking. Wind came by, leaves rustling, greeted the cuddling couple with its gentle strokes.
"Danny!" She called out, breaths hitched, hand reached out into the nothingness, into the fresh breeze of spring.
"Shh… I'm here. It's just a bad dream." His rough palm met her trembling hand, pulling it back, and calming it with a kiss on her fragile knuckles.
His gentleness didn't stop and never will as a kiss was planted on her soft brown hair, his hands juggling between holding her small torso and keeping her warm with his every caress. Eyes shut, she accepted his affection wholeheartedly, imprinting every little memory, every little detail of him in her mind, hoping to bring them with her when the time comes.
"You weren't there." She spoke, softly, as her remaining strength allowed.
"In your dream?" He didn't dare to imagine what it would be like to not have her in his world, in his dream.
She nodded. Pitch black. Nothingness. Alone. Horrifying.
"Doesn't matter. I'm holding you now." And he meant it, holding her frail frame just a little tighter he knew she would find secure. My arms, your sanctuary.
"I'm tired, Danny." She managed, her eyes were closing like curtain about to fall.
"You should get some rest. I ain't going no where." He said, his stomach squirmed.
"Promise?" A weak smile.
"Promise." Rims reddened, tears threatening to betray his firm whisper.
Hours passed by, he kept his promise, never once letting go of her thin frame but never would she know as she had fallen into the endless sleep. In sleep, she could never feel the tears he shed when reality struck him hard and cold.
Oddly enough, he noticed when tears began to dry, the moonlight she loved so much didn't make an appearance that night. While he knew it made no sense, he would like to think it had gone with her.
Rocking her back and forth, he whispered into her ear, "I love you, Lindsay Messer."