Flight

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he stood in the doorway,
watching her from afar.

she absentmindedly pressed her fingers to the glass, as she peered out the window of their newly acquired home, her golden locks illuminated by the sun's light.

he couldn't help but smile as he watched her peer upon the outside world with wonder.

his stomach seemed to tie itself in knots, as he thought of the horribly sheltered, and dim life she'd been forced to live for so long.
just the thought of the god awful Judge Turpin could send him reeling.
thoughts of the asylum, with it's eerily creeky floor boards, and it's dusted walls flooded his mind.

Antony rubbed his temples, breathing in deeply.
the tenseness in his body gradually faded as he thought of how Johanna would never feel trapped like that ever again.

for he would provide her with a home,
a place to find safety and comfort.
but the doors were never closed,
as he wished for her to move and act freely.

for he'd always be willing to offer her a place in his home....or what was to become their home.
but if she wished to find herself somewhere else, he vowed to help her along her journey,
and whether that be standing beside her side, or having to give her the space to truly look inside herself, he would happily.

Johanna hummed softly as she opened the window, allowing for the fresh scent of the outdoors to fill the abode.

the tune was awfully familiar, as Antony could recall her singing that endearing melody all those months ago.

Antony took a step forward, joining her in her humming, as he meekly added a gentle harmony to accompany her tune.

startled, at first, Johanna jumped,
but when turning to see him,
her face relaxed into a face of content,
as she beckoned him further,
the two of them still humming in sync.

taking her hand,
he gave it a warm squeeze,
as he moved to stand beside her.

together, whilst peering out the window,
Antony interlocked their fingers,
as if to once again solidify that he was there for her, and always would be.