And with this chapter I finish this story, I want to thank all of you who left their reviews encouraging me to continue this, I hope you have been pleased with the end I have given them.
I included two songs, one for my newly married, with slight modifications to the lyrics, and the other one simply for mentioning it.
Songs: Everything Has Changed - Taylor Swift (/watch?v=w1oM3kQpXRo)
Cameo Lover – Kimbra (/watch?v=elyk9MBY72U)
And I'll certainly keep writing some one-shot, or if you suggest couples of the same Glee I would work with them.
I do
I put an arm over Mason's shoulders, trying to protect him a little more from the cold air that hits the exposed skin of our faces and our entwined hands. Even the thick coats, beanies and scarves aren't enough for both of us to stop shivering.
"This is the perfect time to start snowing"" he says, longing in his voice.
Mason loves snowy days, and he prefers them when he has a cup of hot chocolate with marshmallows in his hands and we're cuddled on the couch watching a movie.
"That would be awesome, but I wouldn't like freezing to death out here".
His hand takes me tightly around the waist as we continue walking down a crowded Central Park, tickling in areas where the pressure is hardly noticeable. Now I see why Mason likes so much being here, is a place that's blended so perfectly with the city that it almost looks like a completely foreign place to New York.
We continue our usual Saturday walk to the nearby bridges of the lake, from there we can look the public winter concert given at the amphitheaters. As I remember in the repertoire it will be a little of Beethoven, Mozart, Vivaldi, Bach and Tchaikovsky, then following the usual carols and then we can return to the comfort and warmth of the apartment.
My phone vibrates in my pocket, I take a quick look and it's a text message from Al: NYADA's killing me! :'( Be brave, Varsity Blues ;)
I almost forget the lie that Al was telling Mason for almost a year. He never dropped NYADA, in fact he also got some kind of scholarship for the arts, and so far he's the best in his class, like Mason and me in our respective masters.
"Hurry up, they're about to start!".
Mason is the first one to place his hands on the railing and lean against it, watching the spectacle of white and blue lights flashing in the trees surrounding the stage.
The orchestra begins to play such a perfect notes in so complicated melodies that I almost don't feel so bad about being late to Broadway, but our dinner took a little longer than expected, that and the traffic of cars on the streets because to the holidays.
"Can I confess you something?" I say, putting my hands into the pockets of his coat. He move his head to the left to make me space.
"Of course, I always like to hear you" his hands find mine and entwine.
"Before you I never was fascinated of the idea to open my heart for someone, I never stopped to think that maybe, in five years, I would be next to someone, knowing how good it feels to be in love, living in a dream city like this, knowing the world next to my special someone" I kiss his neck slowly, making each sigh worth it. "I love you, Mason, for that and much more. I'm who I am today because of you".
In my chest I can feel that he shrugs and lets out a barely audible snort. I hug hum tight and now the sound becomes a sigh.
"Spencer… I don't know what to say… I never felt so loved by someone until I met you" I bite the inside of my cheeks. "I love you as much as the moon loves to be accompanied by the stars".
I tight my hug to his waist, he arches his back and my hips just collides with his. My nose is placed on his neck and I inhale and exhale quickly, making him laugh and move uncontrollably to try to break free. Finally a moment of seriousness comes to me and I put my lips on his right ear.
"I have a surprise for you" I say, moving my head off his shoulder and reaching into the inner pocket of my coat. «It's time».
"It's not fair, we promised that we were going to exchange gifts until midnight, you promised!".
I snort and feel so suddenly grumpy that I just step harder the floor where I'm up. Mason turns on his heels and crosses his arms. No, I will not take out my bad mood now, I'm just going to say a couple of things.
"I've been in every store you can imagine, looking for those French chocolates that you love, the expensive pair of black boots you wanted, the tickets for Cats you've searched everywhere; I thought to give you all of that and more" I see in his expression that he hadn't realized that I noticed all that. "And I don't know if you were thinking the same to me, so last as my Christmas present I want you to close your eyes".
He raises his right eyebrow and finally closes them, he rocks on the balls of his feet, his hands folded behind his back and he starts humming. The people who are walking by only manage to get me more nervous.
I reach into the inner pocket of my coat, immediately I touch the small black felt box it appears to burn my fingertips. Is it too soon? What if he says no? «Bah, screw it, just do it; the worst thing that can happen is that he refuses, and then you can jump from the cute bridge to prevent the same situation to repeat again».
I take a very deep breath, I pulled out the box of felt and look at it while I kneel, stretching out my hands like an offering to a god.
"Mace, open your eyes" my hands shake as I open the box at the same time he opens his eyes.
He does it so slowly, he smiles to me and it takes him a minute to process the whole scene, not every day someone kneels in front of you holding a silver ring with a huge lapis lazuli inlay in the middle, surrounded by small diamonds. It wasn't so difficult to guess, he always liked this kind of exorbitant and surprising details.
I take a deep breath and I clear my throat, his eyes meet mine and that's when I see the tears that are about to leave as geysers.
"Mason McCarthy, my everything, the love of my life, the only person that I'm willing to love until the universe explodes. I don't want you to give me material things, I don't want to know you spend a dime on me; I don't want any of that, I just want you to accept this ring and with that accepting to marry me".
His expression is priceless, is the most indescribable in the world: it's like a mixture of utter amazement, overflowing joy, the screams coming out of his throat are the cutest I've ever heard, for every second he become breathless and his face blushes a little more per second. He breaks into tears and jumps on me, making me to fall on a bush and land on a pile of stones while he stays astride me.
"Yeah, yes, I DO!" he gives small jumps on my lap and I do my best to keep the composure. "I do, Spencer, I do! I want to marry you! I want to spend the rest of my life with you! I love you, only you!".
I manage to get up, without moving my arms from his waist and with the eyes of many people around me, speculating about what's happening.
When they see me slip the ring on the ring finger of Mason they begin with those weirds aww's and the expressions of sentimental approval, the whistles and comments that we don't know the mess that we just hit. And, as usual, hateful comments also appear, but they're nothing compared to what we're going through.
"It's the best day of my life" he whispers in my neck, holding me tight and making the concert of violins the best background music imaginable.
I look up a little and I see the first snowflakes slowly descending from the sky, falling on his hair and on his eyelashes. I ruffle his hair to take them away, I let my hands on his cheeks and cut the distance between us on the first kiss I give to my fiancé.
"I love you, Spens" he says, leaving his nose on mine.
"I adore you, Mason".
The kiss that follows these confessions is the wettest of all, because he's crying. Mason is crying for complete happiness, the light giggles coming out of him when we move our heads are another proof. But at this point I'm also crying and dropping silly giggles.
Mason has said I do.
SIX MONTHS LATER
I look at myself in the mirror and groan for the tenth time in all the time that I've been stuck in the small room. «Stupid tie, it just doesn't want to cooperate with me today».
I snort and concentrate again: I cross one end to the other, passing behind and upward, crossing over and… the fabric is entangled in my fingers, like in the first times when dad taught me to knot it up.
I growl and grab the ends for the eleventh time when someone knocks on the door, I turn my head and make sure to have a look of utter hatred.
"Are you busy?" Sugar asks, poking her head and smiling. She closes behind her and walks towards me, pushing my hands from my neck and taking charge of the tie. I don't remember when we became friends.
"I don't understand, I can tie these things without thinking even once".
"Yes, but not every day you're about to marry, and who else but someone so handsome, smart… the hottest guy that I would like to…".
"Yeah, yeah, I get it…" I roll my eyes and give her a look of indifference. It's not the first time someone tries to tell me the excitement that Mason has on them.
Someone knocks on the door when Sugar finally ends up with the tie, Roderick comes in and relieves her in her task of monitoring that I don't have a panic attack, or decided that I will not do this. «What am I saying, I've dreamed of this day since Rachel suggested it in the wedding of Brittany, Santana, Kurt and Blaine».
"So? Did you already decide the combination of last names?" he asks when he sits in a chair beside me, looking at the silver ring around his right ring finger.
I can't believe he earned the affection of Kitty, because she's not the nicest girl you can say, and she always seemed to hate us a little more each day when we were at McKinley. She proved to be a charming girl with an innate bad-ass attitude.
"Yeah" I answer, and thinking about it makes me laugh and feel a heat a lot hotter that the one I have experienced in the last twenty four hours. In fact it's a pretty funny combination. "We're gonna be Porter-McCarthy".
"Porter-McCarthy…" he says, slowly, like if he was savoring every word. "Yeah, I like the sound of that".
I stand up and stagger a bit, Rod places a hand on my shoulder and helps me to keep standing. He takes a tissue and I roll it on my forehead, it's flooded with the drops of sweat that I never knew were there.
"You're pale" he looks at me closely. "Don't tell me you're going to…" I shake my head before he can even finish with what he's thinking about.
"No… it's just…" I begin to draw a few conclusions and I can finally put a name to the reason for my sudden nervousness, awkwardness and slight degree of stress. "Rod… I'm going to marry Mason… I'm going to marry Mason!".
I give a few jumps for joy while he smiles and pats me on the shoulders. Sugar comes back into the room, saying that the time has come. I look at myself in the mirror, I hit my cheeks and lose all over, like I'm used to do before going out to the field and give my best. I'm about to make the winning touchdown.
I walk with rushed step in the wide corridor, Sugar and Rod following my steps, thinking in that calling of Mr. Schuester to do the first performance in the new Finn Hudson Auditorium a couple of weeks ago, moments where Mace was asking me a thousand times to give the official announcement of our future marriage, and hell it was a great surprise to everyone, Alistair included, who was very happy with our decision.
I now start to think that I never knew that Finn guy, but from what little I've heard of Rachel and Kurt, and coach Beiste, he was an amazing guy, a great leader and a great friend who left early.
I arrive to the designated chapel for Mason and me, I'm delighted to see all our friends and family gathered for this special day, especially surprised to see the former members of New Directions and who were in the club before Jane, Madison, Rod, Mace and I joined. Even Dr. James made a space in his busy schedule to be here, along with Alice and Jordan. She's still so unbearable and he's good for nothing.
I shake hands and greet all the guests, I approach the altar and stay still next to father's Beckford side, the priest that Mason's family decided to contract to host the ceremony. He fixes a small bunch of white cards and checks them out quickly; the sermon prior to everything.
Out of nowhere every one of the guests settle into their places and they're silent, then they begin to hum the typical and shameful wedding march, I turn my head when the doors down the hall begin to open… and I see him… standing with his head slightly bowed, smiling and blushing, killing me at a distance of twenty yards with that perfect black tux that matches mine. Mason takes my breath away.
A flashback of my proposal for his hand in marriage comes into my memory. I can still hear the whispers of the passersby as they saw me do such an act of courage, the expressions and muffled sounds of Mason, the hundreds of times he said he accepted to marry me, and happiness that until now is still present in me is indescribable.
Mace comes to the altar, after making a violently slow road, and we stand facing each other. I settle the lapels of his jacket and he straightens my tie.
"Do you have any idea of how lucky I feel that this is happening?" the heat in my cheeks spreads through my body.
"Did I say that Sugar was watching me all day to no spy on you?" he smiles aside.
"I know because I send her… and you sent Madison to do the same".
Father Beckford clears his throat, raising an eyebrow in such a scolding mode that Mace and I stand firmly, our arms hanging limply at our sides, and our expressions harden. He just smiles and shakes his head slightly.
"Very good friends" his voice is so deep that is scares me. "We're all gathered here to celebrate the union of these two kindred spirits who, fighting against all odds that the laws imposed by states and away the insults of some who call themselves faithful servants of our Lord, they have managed to bring their love to its fullest; the marriage. Let's remember that…".
I get lost in all the biblical talk he begins to say. I find it strange to see a deer of God so happy to unite two people whose love are "against nature" and an aberration against all the laws of the Church. I think not all such people are so unbearable.
"But it's enough about that. I guess you prepared your vows, didn't you?" he smiles and now is when I want the Earth to swallow me. «Dammit! I knew I forgot something!». "Spencer, you first".
We turn on our heels and we hold hands, a smirk appears directly in my face when I see Mason returning the gesture, when he blushes and shrugs.
"My beloved Mason McCarthy, my soulmate, my person" «I should write my vows, now I'm sure it will be noted that I'm improvising. But… that's the best, right? These words come straight from my heart». "The first time I entered the choir room with the Invitationals trophy aloft, I said: 'Well, this doesn't seem as bad as I thought. I think I'll survive'. Since that time I couldn't go a day in which I could stop watching you, everything that you did was the most interesting and curious thing ever. The days you greeted me in the hallways seemed to run faster, because I was always waiting for a time when you did it again; when you didn't and instead you talked with the another cheerleaders or anyone else those were reasons why my mood could go down and nobody could bring it afloat. Then I came to a conclusion, the most obvious and cheesy thing in the world. I said to myself: 'dude, it's a fact. You are deeply in love with Mason'" he chuckles, like some of the guests. "Along these five incredible years we've been through many obstacles, from the contemptuous look of many in McKinley to the distance between our schools, our jobs and having to maintain good grades to not look as mediocre at what we do. You had to face the results of my bad decisions that initially seemed well done" my right hand places on his cheek. "And I can't be happier for it, knowing that you never lost that psychotic smile so characteristic of you, the sparkle in your eyes every time I'm around, the way you always seem to be relaxed and at peace when we can be alone; even with our great stumbling when everything was budding on you, you never lost what you now feel about me and what has brought us here" I wipe away a tear that was rolling down his left eye and fight my urge to kiss him. "Each morning, when I open my eyes and I see you sleeping so calm and soothed, I keep asking 'why did he choose me? What I have so special?'. For that reason, and because I love doing it, the first thing I do is hug you tight and whisper in your ear how much I adore you, my infinite love for you and how indescribably happy I am with you. In fact, right now, I can't even think of words that attempt to describe how much I would love the ceremony to get over and you become mine forever and ever".
He laughs, the most adorable laugh worldwide. I see the guests, Roderick raises the thumbs of both hands and smiles. I put my hand down and again I take Mason's, he's shaking while he clumsily tries to make circles on the back of mine.
"Now it's your turn, Mason" says father Beckford.
Mace takes a deep breath and his hands starts shaking a little. I stroke the back of his hands with my thumbs and he calms a bit.
"My dear Spencer Porter, my first, only and one true love" he sighs and lets the air out like a snort. "I know you so well that I know what you just said weren't planned, but that convinced me once again that you are the only one who I want to be with me for the rest of my life" I laugh softly, like all the people in here. "My high school years were the worst, being bothered by many people saying that I dated Madison, listening to endless assumptions about why a guy would be a Cheerio, and I suppose that in some way their assumptions were correct. When Madison and I joined to New Directions we did it because we wanted to be even more popular, I could see the lights with my eyes closed, and I could hear the applause and screams crying my name. After that you joined us for the Invitationals, and I figured you'd be a problematic guy, and that you only entered the club because you have lost a bet or something like that" «not a bet, Sam persuaded me to do so». "I remember the first time you spoke to me was to ask the time, and your stuttering was the loveliest of the universe!" that moment passes by my memory too, and I can't help feeling embarrassed. "Since then we always talked about any trivial thing, even the color of the walls was enough to get us to an entirely different discussion, like that about which one of our superheroes was better than the others, or when we discuss which was the most romantic song that ever existed. I also remember thinking how boring it would be Rachel's party, but all the guys would go" I don't look at Rachel, but I can feel her glare up here. "And who would say it was that boring party to which we both thought to not attend what ended up being the start of everything, the place where our first kiss happened and where I realized that these strange feelings I felt when I was near you were synonymous of the new feelings I had for you" I kiss the backs of his hands and he smiles. "I truly appreciate this event has brought us here, and I wish that this beautiful ceremony is over now" everyone, including father Beckford, laughs.
"In view we all want that this couple is together, let's move on to the rings".
I split our entwined hands, Roderick extends his arm and gives me the gold ring that matches the one that Madison gives to Mason. We turn back and now we only maintain eye contact.
"Spencer, do you take Mason as your lawfully wedded husband?".
"I do" I reply, proud that I'm finally making the best decision of my life. "With this ring, I, Spencer Porter, promise to love you every day and in every moment unconditionally, in health and disease, for richer or poorer, even when conditions are so adverse that they don't seem to have a near end. I will always be there for you, giving you my hand to support and guide you, my shoulder to cry on; I will always be giving yourself all that I'm able to give" I slid the ring on his right ring finger and I hold his hand a second. "Until death split us apart".
"Now, Mason, do you take Spencer as your lawfully wedded husband?" father Beckford says, smiling.
"I do" he blushes so much it almost looks like if he has a fever. "And with this ring, I, Mason McCarthy, promise to always be there for you, always be with you even when everything seems to go down the hill, in good and bad decisions we will always be side by side to face the consequences that may occur; listen, comfort, always have some idea that can guide you, or can guide us, when we lose the way of our happiness are things I'll never stop doing" he slips the ring on my finger and gives me a big smile. "Until death split us apart".
We both sigh and turn our gaze to father Beckford, who's on the verge of tears. He takes a deep breath to try to calm his enthusiasm, if that's what he feels.
"If anyone has any reason why this marriage shouldn't be done, speak now or stay quiet forever".
For a moment I think I'm the only one who gets tense, but the slight vibration also comes from the hands of Mace. I think there's only one person who might have something to say about it, someone for whom surely this shouldn't be happening, or who could think he should be substituting the place of any of us; Alistair.
The room is silent while I turn my head slightly to let Al appears in my field of vision, barely. He's there, sitting in the third row of eight, his face looks so serene and cheerful as always when he's watching something or someone.
In the second row, Rachel, Jane, Kitty and Myron are already wrapped in crying, trying to wipe away the tears that continues flowing unabated. Our parents, behind them, are completely happy, while also bind to all the people who are already in tears while I try not to. Next to them are Mrs. Richards, and her two granddaughters, also soaked in tears.
I can't believe this is happening.
"Alright" father Beckford says, and I can breathe in peace. "Then, by the power vested in me by the state of Ohio" every word of him makes me want to jump with excitement and wanting to kiss Mason before he allows me to do so. "I pronounce you Spencer and Mason Porter-McCarthy".
He stays quiet for a few seconds, the seriousness in his expression made me reconsider once more if he's really happy for having joined us in marriage or if he's just a good actor in terms of gestures.
I'm wrong again, his smile appears again and this time a tear is allowed. A few also slide down my cheeks, but I'm not sure if it is because of joy or frustration.
"You can kiss…".
Yes, I interrupt him just because Mason was ready to do so; he was ready to be the one who would make the first kiss of this great step we're taking, but I could frustrate his intention.
The kiss is slow, rhythmic, full of all those things that anyone can imagine that happens when you are kissing the love of your life. The cheers, shouts and applause are quick to follow our kiss, and when we move apart they ask for more. I want more, but these small pressures and movements of our lips are enough to take my breath away… as always when I have Mason so nearby.
I slide my hands down Mason's back and I see that everybody stands up, they start screaming louder and with joy. I could stay like this, with him in my arms, from dawn to dusk, every one of the days to come. But… I just do it!
"I love you, Spencer Porter-McCarthy" he places his head on my shoulder and his arms slide up to my neck. The biggest smile I have outlined so far appears on my face and I kiss him on the cheek.
"I love you, Mason Porter-McCarthy" I kiss him on the neck and his nose rubs with my skin, his breathing calms me down and listen him whispering how much he loves me is enough for me to close my eyes and realize that I'm not dreaming.
When I open my eyes Mason and I are standing in the middle of the dance floor, but now indeed we're moving to the beat of the loud music. My steps have become more fluid and light, I no longer need to think so many times one movement to try to get it right. I'll never stop thanking Al that he hasn't left NYADA and has supported me for such an important day.
"Alright, everyone" Kurt says, interrupting the song. He's the organizer of the party and the entire wedding, I'm sure that without him everything would have been an epic fail. "A little bird told me that a person in this room has set a performance for a very unique person, and that if he couldn't put it out of his chest he would explode. So, ladies and gentlemen, I present you Spencer Porter!".
Mason is forced to let go of my hand and watch me as I go on stage, he made me promise a thousand times that I wasn't going to be away from him. Brittany, Santana, Rachel and Quinn are behind me on the stage, here I can see someone giving him a chair and when he sits he begins to jump there.
"First of all, I want to thank everyone for being part of this wonderful day, and for joining Mason and me in this new life we're about to begin" I won the applause of them all. "And, Mace, I know we said we wouldn't do this" he purses his lips and raises his eyebrows in the way that only he has developed. "But I just can't help it, this song describes in some way all of what we've been through, everything that has happened to me since I met you. It's also one of your favorites, so I hope you sing with me".
The chords of the skillful hands of Roderick on a guitar and the harmonizing of the girls behind me make everyone to gather together in the dance floor, while Mason stays stunned and sitting in his place, his hands covering his mouth and at the edge of crying. I clear my throat and begin to sway behind the microphone, without looking away for a single millisecond of his eyes.
All I knew this morning when I woke
Is I know something now, know something now I didn't before.
And all I've seen since eighteen hours ago
Is green eyes and the lovely way you smile
In the back of my mind making me feel like
I just wanna know you better, know you better, know you better now
I just wanna know you better, know you better, know you better now
When I see Sugar giving him a microphone he bows his head and takes it, he gets up and starts walking to the stage with that big smile on his face. Now I know he was quite sure that I would go with this change of plans, now he knows me as well as I do to him. He clears his throat and gets stuck in the middle of the dance floor, his voice doesn't take long on accompanying mine.
I just wanna know you better, know you better, know you better now
I just wanna know you, know you, know you
'Cause all I know is we said, "Hello."
And your eyes look like coming home
All I know is that I love you, babe
Everything has changed
All I know is you held the door
You'll be mine and I'll be yours
All I know since yesterday is everything has changed
I stop singing for Mason to take over the following lines, his favorites of the entire song.
And all my walls stood tall painted blue
And I'll take them down, take them down and open up the door for you
And all I feel in my stomach is butterflies
The beautiful kind, making up for lost time,
Taking flight, making me feel right
We both left the microphones in their bases, I stretch my hand and he quickly entwines his with mine. We walk down to the dance floor and join the slow dance harmonized by the voices of all the girls, I can even listen Rod at times. But Sugar's voice is the one that can be heard more clearly, like if the other girls really all have decided to give her a chance on her singing.
I just wanna know you better, know you better, know you better now
I just wanna know you, know you, know you…
Come back and tell me why
I'm feeling like I've missed you all this time, oh, oh, oh.
And meet me there tonight
And let me know that it's not all in my mind.
"I thought Sugar couldn't hold a note, or follow the rhythm of a song" I say, tucking my head so now I can rest it on his shoulder.
"Since the wedding of Brittany and Santana she was saying she had improved, I told them all to give her a chance and she really had a great improvement" he smiles and closes his eyes, like I do. "And I'm glad that was the second best decision I've made in recent months".
"Which was the first?" he smiles proudly and kisses me on the nose.
"Have said 'I do' six months ago in Central Park" I sigh and his hands holds me tighter. "Because neither in my wildest dreams I thought that this day could be a reality".
All I know is they said "I do"
So dust off your highest hopes
All they know is pouring rain and everything has changed
All they know is a new found grace
All their days they'll know their faces
All they know since yesterday is everything has changed
The song ends with the melodious voice of Sugar. I kiss Mace and the shouts of all the guests takes away a bit of romance of the time, but not hear their voices occasionally would make me still think I'm surrounded by the best dream I've had in my entire life.
I can't help the urge to have the thin and luscious lips of Mason crashing against mine, moving so slow and so mesmerizing that I could fall asleep right now, the calm feeling I have when I'm in his company is unmatched.
Sugar takes the stage and begins with an animated version of Cameo Lover, another of those guilty pleasure likes that I have for many songs. Everyone accompanies her totally unexpected new voice, everyone makes choirs and dance to the music.
Mason takes my hand and we move between the dancing couples that now have overpopulate the dance floor, we move along one of the wide corridors of the huge ballroom that my parents decided to fend for ourselves.
In the middle of the hallway he opens one of the windows and the icy breeze is a total refreshing for the sultry heat and sweaty feeling all over my body to be among so many people. We walk out the small balcony and Mason soon places my hands on his waist while his takes place on my shoulders. He smiles in an indescribable manner that neither I realize when we start moving in circles.
"Now you know me very well, right? My favorite songs, movies, what I like for dinner and breakfast, what sometimes I don't like about you, all of that?" he smiles and I nod my head in response. "So tell me, my love, which is my biggest fear? And no, bugs aren't".
It seems that the fireflies decided to say the contrary, since lots of them begin to buzz around us, flashing on their path and providing a fascinating show for me, Mason should be scared as hell. I clear my throat and I don't need to think about that question twice.
"It's the simplest thing that you ever asked me" he raises an eyebrow while we keep moving. "Your biggest fear is that I leave early, you're afraid of me to die".
He freezes and becomes rigid, his jaw trembles by the pressure exerted on it. I stroke his cheek with the back of my right hand and the sigh leaving him looks more like a snort.
"You're afraid that an accident, a fall, a heart attack, some of that kind of stuff sweeps away the happiness that now surrounds our lives" his face hardens but he doesn't stop looking at my eyes. I'm not lying. "What you want for us is that we leave the world at the same time, perhaps in the same car accident, or huddled in our room while the sheet of old age and death settles over us".
A small tear rolls down his left cheek and he lowers his gaze, I put my index finger under his chin and make him to look my eyes again. A tiny smile tightens the corners of his lips.
"You truly know me…" he wipes away the tears falling from his right eye.
"It's my job, because you never cease to meet a person no matter how sure you are of what they will do or how they will react there's always gonna be some variation".
Over us falls a cloud of a strange feeling, it's like if at the same time I want to continue dancing with Mace, but I also want the conversation ends and get back to the party being given for us.
"I know it's something stupid, and I don't want to think about that sort of thing, not now…" his voice breaks more and more.
"It's not something stupid, Mace, but you have nothing to fear… my love" the expression is totally new to me, I never said it before, and specially to a person. "Because our future is prosperous, and the only thing we have to worry is what will happen in the next couple of minutes of each of our days. That's the future we have to keep in mind".
The scent of flowers that opens at night light starts to get stronger. Our bodies are so close that we almost seems to occupy the same place in space, I don't want to be away from him, not after tackling a subject like this.
"Imagine that we could see our future, the end of our existence, it would be like seeing only the end of a movie: what sense does it have to see what happens before if you know what will happen in the end?" his hands hold me tightly by the shoulders. "You don't have to worry about anything now, I'm with you and you're with me, here and forever. We just have to think about it, otherwise will find a solution".
His head hits my chest, he stands on his toes and his arms surround my neck. That seems to slacken a bit the environment, because his breathing encompasses a bit and he even hums.
"I love and adore you, Spens" he responds giving me a light kiss on the collarbone.
"I love and adore you more than yesterday and less than tomorrow, Mace…" he chuckles and sighs.
Mason is anything that can make me happy from now on, he's the light that shines in the darkness of my existence, he's the person who will always be there to listen even the stupidest of my ideas, he's who will extend his hand to support me at all times, he's in whom I deposit all my trust, affection, desires, hopes and dreams I never thought I could give to another human being. He's my complement, my other half, the person I'm destined to spend all necessary eternities until I have enough.
Mason has made me change for good, and I think there's only one word that can define him…
Mason is… perfect… yeah, that; Mason is perfect for me.
"You are perfect for me, too" he says, and then he kisses me, so slowly that I can get used to an eternity like this. With him, with my Mason.
THE END