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She stared at the words, for what seemed like an eternity. Trying to blink away the truth as her eyes scanned over something that absolutely was going to change her life. She didn't know if it was going to be for better or worse, but her heart betrayed her as it started beating faster.
Words, they can convey so much and they can build you up, but they can also strip you of any dignity that you might be clinging to. They can tear away the last defence or they can build your wall even higher, making it more impenetrable, unscalable. What happens when not even your own thoughts can break through the monstrous barricade you've made?
She struggles to rise from her seat, as her breath is becoming caught in her throat. The tears are falling from her eyes, and she still fails to recognise the reason for her reaction. Or maybe it is her willingness to stay unaware of what is affecting her?
She moves from the chair, languish movements, as if she were struck with some form of stupefying spell, letting the paper spill from her hands and float towards the cold hardwood floor. She walks towards the front door, in a daze, a smile starting to catch onto her lips. The tears ceasing their attack on her cheeks.
Opening the front door, she bolts out the second the sun reaches her face.
And there, in front of his candy red Mustang, he stands. Struggling to keep his tears from spilling. Joyous ones. Loving ones. Relieved ones.
"So, are you ready to do this?" he asks with a husky and tear filled rumble.
"I thought you'd never ask." she replies as she wraps her entire being around his frame.
"I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you." he closes his arms tight around her back and breathes in the scent of all of her. Acknowledging how lucky he is, right in this moment, where his life finally makes sense. Sending a silent prayer, he unwraps himself from her and stares into her emerald eyes.
"Will you be my wife?" he asks, trepidation in his voice. She smiles and her eyes light up. Needing no words, she presses her lips to his.
Words, they can convey so much and they can build you up, but they can also strip you of any dignity that you might be clinging to. They can tear away the last defence or they can build your wall even higher, making it more impenetrable, unscalable. What happens when not even your own thoughts can break through the monstrous barricade you've made?
She struggles to rise from her seat, as her breath is becoming caught in her throat. The tears are falling from her eyes, and she still fails to recognise the reason for her reaction. Or maybe it is her willingness to stay unaware of what is affecting her?
She moves from the chair, languish movements, as if she were struck with some form of stupefying spell, letting the paper spill from her hands and float towards the cold hardwood floor. She walks towards the front door, in a daze, a smile starting to catch onto her lips. The tears ceasing their attack on her cheeks.
Opening the front door, she bolts out the second the sun reaches her face.
And there, in front of his candy red Mustang, he stands. Struggling to keep his tears from spilling. Joyous ones. Loving ones. Relieved ones.
"So, are you ready to do this?" he asks with a husky and tear filled rumble.
"I thought you'd never ask." she replies as she wraps her entire being around his frame.
"I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you." he closes his arms tight around her back and breathes in the scent of all of her. Acknowledging how lucky he is, right in this moment, where his life finally makes sense. Sending a silent prayer, he unwraps himself from her and stares into her emerald eyes.
"Will you be my wife?" he asks, trepidation in his voice. She smiles and her eyes light up. Needing no words, she presses her lips to his.
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