Tessa Virtue and Scott Moir - Silence and Sound

Chapter 7: Mirth

Tessa opened the door with the automatic hotel key, "Scott, I'm here."

She felt his soft hands hold hers, as he bussed her forehead. 

"What's going on?" She asked, hesitant. 

"There's something I think you need to see, paramour." 

Scott walked her over to the back of the room, "You may now open your eyes."

Before her was a dimly-lit dinner, of noodles and pasta, alongside some hotteok. 

"Those are pancakes, just so you know." He pointed to the breadbasket. "I thought we could add a bit of home into South Korea." 

Tessa sat down at the table, somewhat stunned. 

"I know you've been feeling overwhelmed lately, so I thought we could talk and then..."

He winked at her, "I suppose you'll see indeed." 

"So the text was about -"

"Seeing your gorgeous smile again." He grinned at her, hoping his plan was working. "I think sometimes we analyse the small moments in our lives so closely that we lose sight of the greatest picture: us. This whole journey is about us and what we want, Tessa. No one can take that away from us."

"Thank you for grounding me, Scottie. I know sometimes I fret so feverishly that it makes me physically ill, but you are my medicine. I know it may not always seem that way, but you are the antidote to my pain. I've kept you from the world because I would never want anything terrible to happen to you."

"And nor would I, my love. But so long as we try for one another, we can protect each other. That's why we're partners."

"We might be partners on ice, but I don't think we're partners right now."

Scott tilted his head, "And why ever not?"

Her eyes perked up, as she shook her head, "Because you seem to have schemed this up all on your own."

"I confess, I had a little help."

"From who?"

"Chiddy."

No wonder he had been so concerned about her. "I always wondered what would've happened had you and Patrick taken to the ice together."

"I think you forget that we were both too busy competing for you."

She tossed her hair back, flamboyant, "But if we could displace subatomic particles, and say in an alternative universe..."

"Tess, I'd like to believe that in every universe, it would be you and I. Anything else is entirely a fiction to me. I couldn't imagine myself becoming the man I am today without you. It is with your love, that I grew as I have. It is with you, that I continue to be that man. Your man."

"In that case, you're welcome. I'm unsure of how to receive this tremendous flattery today, Scottie darling."

"Tessa, watching you in pain starves my heart. I remembered how close I was to losing you in 2008-" A tear escapes his eyes. "And I couldn't do that to you again."

She wiped the tear with her fingers, as he latched onto her left hand. How much could we survive?

They ate spoonfuls before she responded, "That's what I was worried about. What if this becomes 2008, all over again?"

"Pretending not to love you is what dances our way into that silence. I can't imagine professing my truth to bring us any closer to it." He notices the doubt in her eyes, "I could never forget you, T. They deserve to know that." 

Part of her wonders if she truly forgave him for the fiasco that had happened a decade ago. Ten years still felt like yesterday. "I can't imagine not having you in my life, Scott."

"Let's make it so we don't have to. Let's remind each other of that every day. Let's let others remind us. Let's remember this with everyone."

And there he went, babbling away. Not that she minded it, but everyone? Was that really what he wanted? "Why can't you remember it with me alone?"

"I can, but what if someone listens? Are they not allowed to listen? Are they not allowed to know that I love you more ardently than all that's happened to us in twenty years?" He stood up from the table, and motioned for her to follow. They stood by the window, watching the Olympic Village below. "We've kept this secret for so long, but you are a light, Tessa. You are the light that is worth sharing. Everyone deserves to know you."

Scott slipped two papers behind her back, "We're going to finish our meal, and then I have something to show you." 

He finished and sent a quick text to Chiddy.

Finished Part A, is the coast clear?

Moments later, his phone buzzed. 

"The night is young, and by the grace of magic, so are we."

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And by the grace of magic, we all must find ourselves a Chiddy. Scott's plans are far from over, but the looming memory of 2008 remains stagnant. Have you enjoyed their story thus far? What are you thoughts? Thank you for following my story, and for appreciating Tessa and Scott with me.

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