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𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐧?

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𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘓𝘦𝘸𝘪𝘴 - 𝘞𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴

"I've been waiting for you ..." the man announced to the person who had appeared a moment ago. He's been waiting for her since he showed up in their place.

But he didn't mind, he never would. The wait paid off. He would wait for her for another thousand years, only to know that he would see her again. Why? Because it was worth it ... she was worth it and much more.

He realized right away that something was wrong. He turned immediately and got up from where he was sitting. He walked over to her and grabbed her hands gently.

"Are you all right, mon amour?" he asked cautiously, worried in his voice.

The woman is about to say something, but no words came out of her lips. "I-I'm probably okay."

The man was worried about her, he did not see her in weaker moments. He honestly didn't know what to do. He had not comforted anyone for several decades, but let his instincts lead him.

He released her hands and his hands found their way to her cheeks, placing them gently on them. He kissed her lightly on the forehead and gently pulled her into his arms. He whispered sweet nothing into her ear and after a while he felt her hands wrap around him.

And so they stood there, together in silence.

"I'm so terribly hungry," the woman laughed, slowly pulling away from the man. "I'd like some cookies- not ice cream or-"

The man above her shook his head but laughed with her. "Sometimes I really don't understand you. You're complicated. ''

She pretended to be offended, but the smile did not disappear from her face. ''Excuse me!? Have you ever met yourself? You are not the easiest either. ''

"Perfection is never easy to be born."

"Now have you praised yourself or me?"

"Of course myself."

"I feel offended."

"And hungry too."

She slammed his chest lightly. "Don't make fun of me."

He rubbed the spot where she had hit him. "Oh, it hurts," he grinned at her. "I didn't notice anyone else I could make fun of. It's just the two of us. Alone. "

She looked at him with a false surprise. "Really ?! I didn't notice," she laughed, a sparkle in her eyes. A spark of malice. "If you're so perfect, catch me. Catch me if you can," she smirked and ran away from him before the man recovered.

"Sometimes I feel like your personal nanny, you're acting like a small child," and ran after her.

They ran after them into the woods, not just any, but magical. In its own way. The man saw her behind a tree and then she was gone. He was looking for her even though he knew where she was. He loved her happy smile on her face. Her laughter.

They tossed through the woods among the trees, in a meadow of flowers. Night and day. In the twilight or sunny. They didn't care.

"I caught you," the woman yelled as the man came from behind her and whispered in her ear. He wrapped his arms around her waist.

She laughed beautifully. It was music to his ears. "Come on, Nikkie, you always win. That's not fair," she whimpered like a small child.

He laughed wholeheartedly at her antics. "I can't agree, mon amour. Because if that were true, it would look like you were calling me a cheater. Which I'm definitely not... "

"Hmm, whatever you say," the woman leaned her back against his chest. She tilted her head and looked at the stars. So many unknown stars. While the man smiled at her and felt calm, but one question still weighed on his mind.

"What happened to you before?" he asked curiously but cautiously. He felt her stiffen in his arms, so he added hastily. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to ... we can watch the stars."

The woman relaxed a little and turned to face him. She saw only concern in his eyes, and there was tenderness in his touch. She motioned for him to sit on the floor together, grabbing his palm to her hand and looking at it as she played with it.

She took a deep breath. "I just want to explain it," she thought. ''It was cold but burning. Quiet but loud. Dark but blurred," the woman explained as best she could.  ''It felt like... "

''Like what?"

"Like death and dying," she breathed, taking a deep breath she didn't know was holding.

The man blinked at the answer. They were both very familiar with death and dying — probably in every way they could, but this... "And where is life?"

The woman smiled sadly at him. "Life holds me in his arms. He makes sure I don't die, and I'm so grateful to him. "

The boy looked at her and smiled back. He understood what she said, what she really meant.

"Me too, mon amour. I hope that life will keep you for a long time, your angels will protect you, fate will prepare you a beautiful life and we will meet fatally ... '' the man hoped with the woman of his dreams in his arms.

"I wish it was forever."

"It can be and one day it will be," the man promised her.

"That's the plan for the future, Nikkie?"

"No, that's my promise to you and our future, mon amour."

The woman got a spark in her eyes. A glimmer of hope. And she also felt hope. After such a long time, a flame of hope ignited inside her. Hope for a new life. Be happy with him by her side.

And with new hope and zest for life, she rested calmly on the man's chest, he wrapped his arms around her and watched the stars together...

With an unspoken promise...