Remember
She'll remember this day for the rest of her life.
The mid afternoon sunshine that beams down at them from a cloudless blue sky. The smell of the blossoms that drift from the tree they've called home on a gentle breeze, dashing the day with pink. How green the grass is and how awkward it was to walk across it in heels. How the blades feel against her bare feet now that she's removed them.
She'll remember the silken material of her simple gown and how it fits her so perfectly. How she felt pretty in it.
Pete's indescribable glee, Claudia's happy tears - the way she vehemently denied them - and Steve's quiet smile. She'll remember missing Lena, but feeling her unmistakable presence all around them.
She'll remember it all.
But what she'll remember most is Helena.
Her nervous smile, flashed hesitantly in Pete's direction when she thinks no one else is looking. But Myka hasn't taken her eyes of Helena since the day they met.
The way the sunlight glistens off the silver chain of the pocket watch that hangs down out of the pocket of the waistcoat she wears. It hugs her torso in a way that makes Myka's heart sputter and she'll remember the exact shades of white and grey that Helena is wearing.
She'll remember the jet black of her hair and the pale porcelain of her skin, and she'll remember the way she catches sight of Helena's profile as Myka approaches. How it felt like she was seeing her for the first time. There's a rush of awe and she's floored by beauty and for an instant she forgets to move, to think, to breathe.
Helena is all there is and time runs in slow motion as the woman seems to sense her, and turns.
She'll remember how meeting Helena's eyes did not feel any different than any other day.
Indefinable. Unimaginable.
There's longing and love and an understanding that neither had previously known. There's a sense of *knowing* that runs deeper than the time they've had together.
There's the way Helena looks at her. Makes her feel beautiful. Makes her feel wanted. Makes her feel whole.
She'll remember the silent walk down the aisle as the air around the gathered people hums with love. She'll remember the way Helena's features shift and she swallows nervously, how it's over in an instant but Myka misses nothing when it comes to her.
She'll remember their vows, the words etched into her memory with gentle hands.
She'll remember the kiss. (The gentle pressure of Helena's hand at the back of her neck.) Like she remembers every kiss. (The way her skin heats and prickles pleasantly.) And how it always feels like the first. (Feels like forever.)
She'll remember the way the clouds rolled in - much later, when the ceremony was done and Pete had eaten most of the food - and how everyone rushed inside to avoid the shower that was certainly about to grace them with its presence. And she'll remember how Helena pulled her closer, how she smiled, and the feel of the rain of her skin as they continued to dance.