One Wish

One Wish: Finale

It feels good, everything feels so good. From the moment I said yes on the altar till the moment I stepped into the aeroplane. Here we are in Sweden, watching an icy lake. I take Matt's hand. I never thought we'd get married. I never thought we'd have a future together. Matt died ages ago, but I think going back in time was the best thing I ever did. Maybe I messed up my own future, lord knows how that story would have ended. I think only one person knows. I haven't seen the old man over decades.

My body is 37 now, which means my mind is 73. The thought makes me a bit dizzy. It's good to have a young body as I have now. It's amazing to be 73 and still be able to do everything. My best friends know about my situation, I've explained it many times. They still don't completely understand, but they've got an idea. The fact I travelled through time to be able to marry this one man seemed romantic enough to be true to them. It still sounds unlikely, though.

I turn my face to look at Matt. I watch the wind blow through his brown hair. I can't help but smile at the beautiful sight. I feel how he lets go of my hand to adjust his scarf to the cold breeze. It's Scandinavian weather. Snow is falling from the sky and covers the gorgeous landscape with its white beauty. When we came here, the lake was a sky blue colour. It's now frozen with a thick layer of snow on it. It's at least 3 ft thick.

"Happy birthday, Dom." Matt tells me as he turns to me. That's right, this beautiful Scandinavian winter day is my birthday. It's the 7th December 2014. I turned 73 today. This exact day. I smile as the brunet presses a sweet kiss to my lips. I wrap my arm around his waist and study the lake.

"How old are you now?" Matt asks me curiously. I study him and raise an eyebrow.

"37, duh." I answer with a smile. Matt shakes his head and narrows his eyes. I have to tell him my real age.

"Okay, Okay. I'm turning 73 today." I sigh and study the lake again. Matt chuckles and pecks my lips once more before pulling me back to our Swedish cabin.

I clap my gloved hands to get the snow off them and stamp my feet on the ground. I follow Matt inside and accept the blanket he wraps around my shoulders. This has been a beautiful time off so far. We both took a holiday, but we decided to stay in Sweden. The landscape, the people, the culture, the language. Everything told us to stay here and get old. And so we decided to stay. We didn't discus it, we just did.

"Det var en bra idé att stanna här."

I turn around from where I was putting several small branches and pieces of old newspaper in the heater. Matt's words caught me by surprise. Matt never spoke Swedish to me, not even once. He also never spoke it to the locals. He always let me talk to them and he'd just nod or shake his head, afraid to say something weird. He even dropped out of his Swedish course, saying he 'could not do it'. I smile and nod my head before lighting a match. I throw it on the paper and hold my hands close to the fire.

"Sedan när du talar svenska?"

"Since I decided I had to stop being so damn shy and actually talk to the locals. They're very nice and supportive people! Do you know Svante? He helped me a lot." he tells me with a big smile on his face. I stand up from my position on the ground to pull him in a warm embrace. I'm so proud of this man.

"How's your new album coming along then?" I ask him softly. Matt places his hands on my chest to part us.

"It's going okay! I've been asked to write several songs for a new Disney film. It's just going okay." he answers with a nod of the head. Adorable little thing.

"What do you want to do? I could make you some hot chocolate?" Matt offers me, I laugh and shake my head. Matt always behaves like a housewife. I don't know why he does, but he's just so incredibly caring. If it depended on him I was sitting flat on my arse all day and he'd get me all I wanted.