Returning Nights
The front door swung open, crashing with the cream wall behind it, revealing the dark apartment within. A man, strong and tall, entered through the frame, a figure being held in his arms and laughing wildly with joy. The man stumbled into the house, tripping through the shadows and tracking in mud from the outside, though too happy and too tired to care. He crashed onto the couch in the open living room, throwing the girl below him.
It had been seven months. Seven months since the two had lay eyes on each other. Seven months since she had left to go undercover and faked her own death. Seven months since he had been able to sleep beside the woman he loved, and the man wasn't going to let any second go to waste.
The man joined the giddy girl in laughter, his chest rising and falling in a rapid movement and sound he hadn't made in a long time, his rusty orange hair brushing above his eyes. The girl's chuckling faded then, and, smiling, brushed a soft hand over his cheek, gliding over a few of his freckles as her fingers fell. He smiled back, staring straight into her dark grey eyes, trying to take in every detail that he had missed in the long eternity without her.
She hadn't changed much, but seven months can leave an impact, no matter how little the changes might appear. Her face was just as pure and angel like, with only one scratch on her forehead as proof from the experience she had been through. She had dark bags under her eyes, but only from lack of sleep, her hair reaching her mid back with the same beautiful shade of bright blonde that mixed perfectly with her tan Vietnamese skin.
The man let out a content sigh, and planted a small kiss on the woman's forehead.
"What?" The girl asked, grinning softly.
"I'm just happy that your here now, Artemis." He responded quietly. "That it's finally over, and we can be together again."
The girl placed a returning kiss on the tip of the boy's nose.
"Me too, Wally.
Me too."