My Love, My Accomplice and Everything
She lost herself in another dimension, even while surrounded by people, blissfully losing touch with the world. The noises fading to quiet buzzes, all troubles and worries melting away. Reality would seize to exist and she watched the stream of sunlight shining through the window and saw the motes of dust dance through it.
In this moment, she wasn't a necromancer and the man standing underneath the oak tree was not a werewolf. For once, in a very long time, she felt...normal. She felt the emotions hit her like a wave and her feet led her to him. His fingers touched her cheeks, wiping away the salty tears. His smile broke the straight lines of his face and his eyes transformed into twin seas of calming green.
He wasn't in a tuxedo and she wasn't in a white dress. There wasn't a crowd of people with tears in their eyes. There wasn't roses or an extravagant cake or reception halls. It was a simple clarity. A realization. A dream that wasn't remembered but awoke with a smile, finally coming to life.
She could hear Tori, Simon, Kit and her aunt around them but she wasn't paying attention. His lips moved, mouthing to her, "you look beautiful."
A smile spread across her face as he winked.
Tori said the traditional words, fake gagging when Derek winked again as Chloe said, "I do."
His lips swept over hers, his arms sliding around her waist, hers finding their place around his neck. The kiss was soft and firm, it didn't last long but her heart still skipped a few beats and fluttered in her chest. She placed one hand on the side of his face and the other laced through his hair.
"I love you."
"I love you," he said.
The rest of the day was calm and happy, her pink cheeks lasted all day. The sun seemed to to shine on the two of them even when the moon arrived. A smile was on his face constantly, a sight that kept her smile on her face.
She watched him let go of his worries, the crease between his brows gone, smiling, laughing...
Despite others disapproving of their relationship, she knew that loving him - being with him - was never wrong. He wasn't always the kindest, he wasn't always the most romantic but she accepted him. All versions of him. And he accepted every aspect of her.
He was hers and she was his.
He was her love, her accomplice and everything she ever wanted.
Thought this would be a better expansion to A January Day rather than being added to Anthology. As always, reviews of all kinds are tremendously appreciated! xo
