The spark // Art Donaldson

021. Euphoric

Note: Tashi loves Patrick in AU

Cadell, 2019

Cadell wore a simple, strappy black mini dress with her hair down in waves. Looking in the mirror, she smiled; a real smile, a genuine smile.

She had finally taken real care of herself. Of course she had maintained her appearance due to media coverage, but she never had a person reason to look good.

But everything had changed. She had changed– she had finally mustered the courage to overcome that guilt she had always harboured over loving Art, always punished herself by chaining herself to a man that drew red on her skin, but now? She was free. She felt as if she could spread her wings and fly away.

She wore a light gloss on her lips along with mascara and eyeliner, making her eyes appear more catlike. It felt different to be getting ready with a grin on her lips.

It was 6:56, and she had exactly four minutes to get down to the party in the back of the hotel, where the champions of the tournament, along with all the participants were to be celebrated.

"Cady!" Patrick walked over, a grin on his face.

"Hi Patrick," she said, beaming at him in return.

"You look happy."

"That's because I am happy."

He gave her a laugh before his eyes darted behind, to where Art was giving him the death glare.

"We've... talked some things out. I thought we were good, but I guess there are still things he's salty about." He pouted his lips before walking off.

"Hey," she said, her voice soft but steady. Art turned to face her, his expression softening. "Hey yourself. You look incredible, Cadell– I mean, you always do but–"

"Thanks," she said, a shy smile tugging at her lips. "You played really well today."

"So did you. Congratulations on your win."

"Thanks." She paused, searching his eyes. "Are you okay? After everything with Patrick..."

Art sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It's complicated. Patrick and I... we have a lot of history, and not all of it is good, though most of it is. I think I'm coming to terms with the fact that me and Tashi simply don't love eachotehr anymore– I mean, we might've never loved eachother in the first place."

Cadell cocked her head, watching him closely, "and who do you love, if it's not Tashi?"

A smile traced his lips, "you know who it is."

"Oh, do I now? Hmmm... Is it perhaps... Patrick?" she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Art made a face and nudged her gently. It was so nice. It wasn't a punch or a slap; it was a nudge, a playful gesture filled with affection.

It wasn't a punch, or a slap; it was a nudge. It felt good.

"Very funny. You know it's you, Cadell."

She grinned, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. "I was hoping you'd say that."

The music swelled, and the lights dimmed slightly as the party hit its stride. People were dancing, laughing, and toasting to victories and friendships. Cadell looked around, taking in the joyful atmosphere. She felt a lightness she hadn't felt in years, as if she were truly free for the first time.

"Let's enjoy tonight, okay? Let's celebrate," Art said, his eyes locked onto hers with a sincerity that made her heart skip a beat.

"Absolutely," she agreed, squeezing his hand. They moved to the dance floor, where the music was lively and infectious. Cadell felt the rhythm take over, and soon she and Art were dancing, losing themselves in the music. She laughed as he spun her around, her dress twirling with her movements.

They danced for what felt like hours, the rest of the world fading away. Cadell's heart soared as she moved with Art, their connection growing stronger with each passing moment.

She felt alive, vibrant, and full of hope for the future. As the night wore on, they took a break from dancing and found a quiet corner to sit and talk. They shared stories, reminiscing about their time at Stanford, their dreams, and their fears. Art listened intently, his eyes never leaving her face.

"I can't believe how much we've both been through," Cadell said, her voice soft. "But I'm so grateful we found our way back to each other." "Me too," Art replied, his hand gently stroking her cheek.

"I don't want to lose you again, Cadell."

"You won't," she promised, leaning in to kiss him. Their lips met in a slow, passionate kiss that spoke of all the emotions they had held back for so long.

They broke apart to see Tashi staring at them. But Tashi didn't seem angry, or spiteful. She had a smile ghosting her lips as she watched them distangle and settle awkwardly beside eachother.

"You guys were made for each other. I always knew it," Tashi said gently.

Art glanced over at Patrick, who stood on the side, watching their interaction with sad eyes. Art gave him a nod, gesturing for him to join them. Patrick hesitated for a moment before stepping forward.

"And I always knew you and Patrick were meant for each other," Art said, nodding at the pair standing side by side. "I guess that's why I resented you so much, Patrick. I didn't want to admit what I already knew."

Patrick let out a soft laugh, his eyes surveying the scene. "Look at us. The friend group, together, after such a long and hellish journey."

Tashi reached out, taking Patrick's hand in hers. "I guess we all get a happy ending," she said, smiling warmly.

She leaned in to peck Patrick on the cheek. He smiled back at her, then pulled her into a deeper kiss, filled with affection and relief.

Cadell glanced at Art, her eyes searching his. "How do you feel?" she asked softly. Art sighed, leaning into her.

"The best I've felt in a long time. It's like a weight has been lifted. What about you? What do you feel?"

She gave him a soft smile, lacing her fingers with his, "Euphoric."