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One smooth stride, and she glides across the glittering stage. A cold breeze playfully bites at her cheeks, leaving a rosy hue to her skin, and glassy trees sway to the rhythm of her steady pace. Sparkling snowflakes join her in her dance. They flit and float about her like little, white fairies playing in the winter morning and land gingerly in her lashes, on her hair, on her clothes. Peaking behind the thick curtain of clouds, the ever glowing rays of the smiling sun surrounds her in its warmth, serving as her spotlight, a small reminder that she plays the leading role here.
This is her moment.
This is her time to shine.
Slow strides, a small spin, the metal of her skates glimmer with each movement. The ice scrapes beneath her feet, leaving flecks of powder in her wake. Her body moves with the wind, with the bending of the branches. Eyes closed, she feels her skin prickle at the cold fingers of the winter air carrying her over the vast, frozen lake.
The farther she skates, the more the black void behind her diminishes and sinks behind the horizon.
The once frantic beating rattling within her quivering chest slows into a soothing pulse. Her once sporadic whirlwind of thoughts dwindles to calm, even waves, gracing the shores of her mind. Her breaths, long and heated, exude from her lips as a thin mist.
With each glide, so she wanders deeper into the winter paradise and further away from the darkness once plaguing her.
Warm, soft fingers gently curl around her own, and a hand rests in the curl of her hip. Her mouth curves into a smile as she feels his chest press into her back as he guides her across the frosty plains. Shimmering like the finest silver beneath the winter light, his silky hair brushes against her flushed cheeks as his lips skim over the shell of her ear.
“Steady,” he whispers.
In response, she inhales the crisp air, letting it sting down her throat.
“There’s nothing to be afraid of,” he assures, matching his skating with hers, matching his breathing with hers.
She trusts him. She knows he’s right.
There’s nothing to be afraid of anymore.
At last, the darkness is snuffed away, and only the light remains.
Finally, it truly feels like heaven...
So much light...
Ugh, too much light...
Her pupils literally ache as the overly optimistic sun invades her bedroom like a child ecstatic for Christmas morning, causing them to shrink in agony. With a groan, she flips to the other side, and she lifts the comforter over her face. Her body is still so warm and relaxed. Perhaps she could find that stupor once again and return to that absolutely divine dream.
Closing her eyes once again, she exhales long and slow, envisaging that snowy scene.
The sun. The trees. The frozen lake. The-
A low moan rumbles her ear drum as a warm, heavy mass literally crushes her body beneath it.
So much for extra sleep...
Worming her arm out from beneath its torture, she proceeds to beat the wall of muscle suffocating her.
“Viktor,” she wheezes. “You’re...I...can’t...breathe...”
In response, he simply rests his head atop her face.
“Then,” she coughs. “gitoffmeyoubiglug.”
She narrows her eyes, for she can see the mischievous smirk planted on his lips. Continuing his facade, he yawns loudly and obnoxiously, crossing his arms over her face and triggering her to yelp.
“Cooooommfyyyy,” he mumbles, and he rests his cheek on his arm.
With another cough, she grumbles into his forearm,
“Hey, that’s not very lady-like,” he says. Inching off her form, he plants his chin at the center of her chest, crystal, blue eyes locked with hers.
After sticking out her bottom lip in an exaggerated pout, she whines,
“But, I was sleeeeping, Viktor! I was having such a good dream.”
He flashes her a wink and plants a kiss at the base of her throat.
“I know,” he says. “I was getting a little jealous.”
Before she can reply, he ever so lightly traces his finger across her bottom lip. He stops at the still swollen, redden mark on the corner of her mouth. He has seen the abuse to this sensitive skin many a time when she plundered through panic and anxiety attacks.
Hopefully now, he would see less of that.
He feels her body grow limp beneath him, and she closes her eyes at his gentle examination. With a quiet chuckle, he drags his thumb over the sunken skin beneath her eyes, still a little puffy and purple from excessive tears being shed. Despite this physical sign of the monsters she struggled once so endlessly with, he sees nothing but peace in her slightly parted lips, no
crinkling in her skin from the clenching of her muscles, the air from her nostrils very slowly warming his hand, indicating her slow breathing.
How relieving it is to finally see the result of her pain and work.
With a little smile, he kisses her with a touch lighter than a butterfly’s wing. He hears a faint chuckle bubble in her throat, and she rubs her nose against his.
“What did you dream about then?” he asks, still lining her face with his fingertip.
“Hmm,” she wrinkles her nose in thought as she ponders her answer. “I dreamt about heaven.”
“Oh?” he tilts his head. “And what does heaven look like to you?”
Once more, she falls silent. Her eyes glaze as they peer inwardly into her dream world.
As magical, as peaceful, and as perfect as everything seemed within that realm, there is one piece to the puzzle, the seed to her ever growing strength, the key to her divine gate.
As she looks into his ice blue eyes, she slips her arms around his waist and presses her cheek into his chest: the vibrating of his heartbeat, the scent of his soap and shampoo, his strong arms draped around her shoulders.
“Here,” she tells him. “Heaven is here.”
He blinks in surprise, allowing her statement to process.
The notion of him being so regarded, so cherished, seems almost silly.
After all, who wouldn’t give anything for the one they loved?
Placing soft kisses onto her forehead, he mutters, rubbing the tip of his nose across her brow,
“Heaven. Here. I like that.”
One smooth stride, and they glide across the glittering stage into the light beyond the horizon.
”There’s nothing to be afraid of.”
This is heaven...