Five Minutes of Heaven With You

5

It took a while for us to get everything sorted. A few weeks to plan out arrangements for the academy while we would be away. Then of course, actually planning the trip. We decided something simple would do, rather I decided it. Delia wanted to go extravagant, saying 'we have so much extra money' but I wanted nothing of the sort.

I could tell over the past few days that she's anxious. Wanting to get out and do things as if there was some sort of checklist she needed to complete. I would've bet on everything I love that she'd ask me about my bucket list at some point. We have yet to reach that though, so I think we may be in the clear.

Today was spent just lounging around, reveling in the quiet. It's not something we're afforded often—given the house is full of teenage girls. All week we've been going to nice dinners and having breakfast in bed. I've much enjoyed this quality time alone with the supreme. Though I know she feels the end approaching just as much as I do.

"One week left" she whispers, "well don't make it seem like I'm dying" I joke but soon realize just what I've implied. "Not so soon at least" I add lightheartedly but I think it just makes the situation worse. A silence looms over us and I find myself being suffocated by the very air around us.

I glance up at the blonde from my heads place on her lap and her eyes are closed. She looks peaceful—well if you don't know her like I do, you'd assume so. Though this simple expression indicates her holding back tears. "It's gonna be ok, Dee" I assure her and she merely sighs in response. She hasn't directly addressed it since we started planning this.

I know she's avoiding it but for once, I do too. So a thick silence falls over us and neither of us invade that space. I suppose this is our allotted time to grieve as a unit. A few minutes of allowing it to soak in before we seize the moment. Once it comes to an end, we gaze at each other and I just snuggle closer to her.

I don't think I've ever felt more at peace than I do in this moment. Wrapped in her embrace, looking back on the day. In light of recent events, today was actually splendid. I had much more energy than normal and even I was surprised by my eagerness. So, to bring a magnificent day to a conclusion; we decide to sleep.

...

I wake up slowly, my eyes fluttering at their own accord. I make no attempt to rush it, simply allowing nature to take its course. As my senses fade in, I feel the warmth radiating off my favorite person on the plant. Well, that's a lie, she's my favorite person in the universe. I carefully turn over, examining her features like so many times before.

I reach out and gently brush a piece of hair out her face, smiling softly. No matter how many times I see this face, it never fails to amaze me. Today it feels different, as if she has a special glow to her. Delia always looks radiant, no matter the day or time but now? If I didn't know any better, I may mistake her for a fallen angel.

There's an almost translucent halo around her, as if her aura is seeping through her pores. It's soft and white with an almost yellow tint like the sun; fitting for such an ethereal being. As I'm about to turn over and check the time, she begins to stir. My gaze is drawn to her face once more, needing to see those brown orbs first.

There's something so special about the moment she first opens her eyes. It's a mundane thing to most but I hold it amongst the top five sights of the world. As her eyelids part, her eyelashes free the path like curtains. In the dim light streaming through the curtains, her eyes seem to have a twinkle.

"Good morning, sweetheart" she mumbles in an almost husky voice as she pulls me closer. Before I can reply, her lips are pressed against mine in a gentle kiss. It may be short but it effectively clears my mind of any thought besides her. She pulls away and I grin goofily, causing a giggle to erupt between us.