Author's note: It might be beneficial to go back and re-read the dream from "The Treehouse" before reading this...
Some time later...
The air is cool and still around you. You look down to see grass under your bare feet and the billowy white fabric of your dress around your ankles. Letting your eyes travel upward, you admire the long flowy gown in a texture that is almost like silk but not quite. Like gauze or crepe or something maybe you're not even familiar with. When you saw this dress you knew immediately that it would be perfect for today. You feel a sense of confidence and comfort wearing it, and you know that he will love it too. Pressing your palms flat against your stomach, your fingers play at the delicate lace you find there. Interrupting your thoughts but in the best way, the little girl comes over and hands you a bouquet of the most beautiful violet lavender from the field beyond, tied together with a white satin ribbon. You smile down at her and feel so honored that she and her sister will be walking in front of you, dropping petals of soft pinks and yellows. Finally peeling your eyes away from your clothing and the girl, you glance at your surroundings to find yourself in the middle of the wooded area. Loved ones and those closest to you are sitting nearby. Your parents, Richard, even Lisa and her new baby came to mark the occasion. Tall trees surround you and filtered sunlight casts sun flares through the thick canopy of leaves above. You had gone back and forth about whether to do this at dusk or dawn, but in the end decided that a twilight event would be so heavenly as the sun sets, the pink purplish tones casting vibrant colors across everything they touch. You hear the music indicating it's time to walk forward, so, taking one step and then another, you lead yourself toward the brilliant figure looming some fifty feet away. The gown trails the ground behind you and gazing down again, you smile at the pastel petals littering the path where you walk. The figure grows bigger as you walk slowly but closer to him, and he begins to develop a white glow around his edges as the sun sets directly behind him. You squint your eyes to get a better look but are only met with further distortion as the glow burns brighter. You are unable to look directly at him now, almost as if you are staring right into the sun. Luckily, you are familiar with what you are moving toward, so you glide easily in his direction. He pulls you toward him, as if you are magnetized, and you move willingly as you are filled with the most beautiful feeling. It's peace and love, hope and tranquility, admiration and exhilaration all at once. It's easily the most wonderful feeling you've ever experienced and you hope to never feel any different than you do at this moment. You are now mere feet away and the figure finally begins to take shape. You can just make out the shape of legs, arms and a body, and your mind whirls as the ethereal being forms before your eyes. It's almost as if he's a ghost. A wonderfully wooded spirit that has come to guide you and keep you safe. All you know is that you would happily give your life to remain here in this moment with this man who makes you feel lighter than air and as glorious as the sun itself. Finally coming to stand by the side of this magnificent creature, the blinding glow begins to dim and you can now see what lies beyond the radiance. It's better than you ever could have imagined. For there he stands, wearing a crisp white linen suit, his hair shining like golden rays, his green eyes the color of the deepest emeralds, his smile burning brighter than any celestial being.
It's Taron.
The love of your life.
The very being of your soul.
The living heart outside your body.
You stretch your hand out to place it into the outstretched hand before you and listen reverently to the words being spoken to you. Finally, after what felt like an eternity to get to this very moment, it is your turn to speak. So you hear yourself happily murmur the words...
"I do."
THE END.
Author's note: Sorry this was a short one but it just felt right to end it this way. I don't even know what to say as I finish this story that began almost four years ago, wow!
To my faithful readers: thank you, thank you, thank you from the bottom of my heart for being patient with me, for continuing to read after all this time and for your lovely comments I so enjoy reading to this day.
And of course to my lovely muse Taron: I know you will never see this (and yikes if you do!), but as always, thank you for being the most wonderful muse a writer could ask for. None of this would've happened without you and I count it as a huge accomplishment, even if it is just fanfiction. ;-)
I am sad to see this story end, but it was definitely time, and if you would like, feel free to re-read it as many times as you want! Also, please check out my Harry Styles fic if you would like and if not, that's ok too! I'm just glad you're here and that you made it this far.
To date, this fic combined with the first part has almost 80,000 reads. Maybe it will grow to 100,000 or even a million one day, but honestly I never expected it to get this far and I am still amazed that it has. Please keep the comments and votes coming. I still read and smile at every single one. :-)
All my love,
Diolch yn fawr iawn,
BlueJeanBaby
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