Here is chapter 19! I know it's a day late but i had some laptop wifi issues so here it is!

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Chapter 19

They walked up to the doors of Warrina Ice-Rink, and stopped, Jonathon started rummaging through his pockets.

Confusion written across Emelina's face, "Why does the sign say closed? Christopher no one else is here," She looked around at the empty car park, "Christopher?"

She turned around as she heard the sound of a door opening, Jonathon was holding, the now unlocked door open for her.

"That's because I," her took her hand and led her inside, "I rented the rink for the night."

"Really?" A smile and a tinge of disbelief crept onto her face.

He gripped her waist and pulled her close to him, he gently cupped her cheek with the hand that wasn't carrying the bag with their skates in it. He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers, "Of course, I'd do anything for my girlfriend."

Her ears hummed at the way he pronounced girlfriend with his heavenly accent. His hand slid from her cheek to her hand, he intertwined their fingers together. They strolled over to one of the benches next to the rink and started putting on their skates. Emelina slipped on her lilac ones as Jonathon slipped on his black ones, every time he put something black on he would think, 'Shadowhunters: looking better in black than the widows of our enemies.' His father had told him that when he put on his first ever fighting gear, he was 9 years old, it was also his birthday where Valentine taught him that there's a place on a man's back where, if you sink your blade in you can pierce his heart and sever his spine all at once. He cringed at the memory but relaxed as he felt Emelina's warm on his.

He looked up to see her eyes full of concern, "What's wrong?"

He smiled, 'Nothing, I just thought about my father for a second."

She knew how he felt, she put on a warm smile and squeezed his hand in an attempt to cheer him up. Jonathon stood up causing her to stand up with him. They shuffled over to the rink entrance. Jonathon skated out onto the rink with ease, he skated a metre out and turned around to see that Emelina hadn't stepped out onto the rink, he could see nervousness in her eyes, "Come on!"

"I... I... I can't." She stuttered back.

He skated over to her, "Why not?"

"I've never skated before."

He smiled at her nervousness, she was adorable to him.

He gently lifted her chin up so that their eyes met, "I'll teach you." His hands slid down so that he had a steady grip on her waist, her body tingled at his touch, he slowly pulled her out onto the rink, "Now push your feet out and then back in." She looked at him worriedly as she followed his instructions. His face lit up as she succeeded, "There, see it's easy." The corner of her mouth turned up, she tried again but instead of skating she fell into his arms. He laughed at her pouted face, "Practise makes perfect."

After a few more falls and a lot of unsteady starts she finally got the hang of it and was skating hand and hand with Jonathon. He spun around so he was facing her, he brushed a golden curl that had come loose, off her face. She had a huge smile across her face, she was having so much fun and so was he.

"I have something for you." He started rummaging through his jacket pockets.

She looked at him in disbelief, "Christopher you've already done so much, you really shouldn't have."

"But I did." He pulled out a little jewellery box and showed it to her. She couldn't rip her eyes away from the small closed black box. He slowly opened it, her eyes widened as she saw the tiny angel statue made of brass with folded bronze wings no longer than a crickets. It had a delicate metal face with shut crescent eyelids and hands crossed over a sword at the front. A thin chain that looped beneath the wings allowed it to be worn like a locket.

She looked in at it beauty, "It's beautiful." She pulled her eyes away from the locket to meet Jonathon's. A tinge of sadness crept onto her face, "I can't accept this."

He didn't get angry or upset he just smiled, "Turn around."

She looked at him confused but obliged. She turned around wondering what he was doing. She then saw the little angel lower in front of her face and settle on her chest, the chain soon went around her neck and she heard the latch click.

She then felt Jonathon's warm hands on her shoulder and his warm kiss on her neck, he then whispered in her ear, "Beautiful things deserve to be worn by beautiful people and you're the most beautiful person I know."

She turned around so she was facing him, they stared into each other's eyes, she reached up and brushed her lips against his, "I love you Christopher Fairchild." He was the first person she had ever loved aside from her brother but that was different. Her stomach churned anxiously as she waited for a response, 'What if he doesn't love me? What is he leaves?' Her heart started racing as she looked into his processing eyes.

'She loves me? She loves me! No one has ever loved me. Do I love her? I've never thought I was capable of love or ever deserved it. But... I do... I do love her!' He reached down up cupped her cheek, "I love you Emelina."

He couldn't hold back the smile across his face as he saw her eyes light up. He pulled her into a loving kiss, her hands intertwined in his hair, his hands locked behind her waist, pulling their bodies together. He ran his tongue across her lips asking for entrance, she allowed it. His tongue slid into her mouth, their tongues intertwined as if they were dancing slow passionate ballroom dance.

She had never felt so right before, not until now, with him, she had told him she loved him and he had told her he loved her back, nothing else mattered, no now, not in this moment.

He was so content on in this moment, he never wanted to leave, never let her go. She made him forget the demon inside him, she helped him push it away and lift his humanity.

This is perfect...

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