In This Moment
Inaho saw Slaine perched by the window, staring outside. She saw him sitting cross-legged, leaning forward. She crept closer to see what was so entrancing, without disturbing the perfect picture Slaine created. What she saw was something that had become stagnant to her. It was snow. Just normal snow. It fell in little flurries that didn't seem to stick. Slaine, however, was enamored by the sight of the snow. He probably hoped that it would stick.
Sometimes, Inaho forgot that Slaine lived on Vers for so long. Sometimes she forgot that he used to live on Earth and travel the world. So Inaho continued to observe the awestruck expression on Slaine's face as he watched the snow fall.
"Slaine." She called, and she assumed he was so focused that he hadn't heard her, but that was fine. It would have been a shame if his concentration was broken. She went to the closet and retrieved their coats, snow shoes, hats, and gloves. She would grab his scarf later. For now, she would wait until he grew tired of only observing something that entranced him. Soon he would want to join in on the beauty of snow falling.
While she grew incredibly cold easily, she would suffer for watching Slaine play in the snow that looked to be sticking. If he thought it looked beautiful now, she couldn't imagine how happy he would be before untouched, newly fallen snow.
Slaine suddenly whipped his head in her direction, eyes sparkling with joy. "The snow's sticking!" He said in a child-like voice that made Inaho's heart thump harder in her chest. How many times did Slaine get to act like his own age? He was only 18, and she didn't think he ever had the opportunity to smile this brightly.
"It is, huh? Do you want to go outside now? Or do you want to wait until it's completely done falling?"
He didn't even hesitate. "When it's done. I don't want to ruin this." He turned back towards the window. "Do you want to join me? I know how you don't really like the cold."
She knew he wasn't looking, but she still smiled anyway. "Of course." Wherever he went, she would follow him. It seemed to be her pattern to either save him or be saved by him. She strangely felt like she was saving him by allowing him this moment of peace. This peace is what she fought so hard to achieve. This peace isn't perfect, like blemished snow, but it didn't erase the pure color or the snow's effort.
Inaho imagined having a forever filled with moments like this. A moment of her completely falling in love with Slaine all over again, and him not even trying to win her heart.