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Leevanna looked at him for a moment, they were still in Brazil.
Draco was still asleep, his blond platinum hair fell gently on his forehead brushing his eyelids, his soft pink lips parted, his button nose, his cheeks...
The sun from the beach was taunting with reach the rest of the bed. Waves so melodious caressing the sand. Salty aroma floating with the humidity of the air. The sky is so sky-blue and no pieces of cotton are there to obstruct the golden.
And she remembers how much she hated the beach until this moment.
Maybe... Just maybe...
She wanted to make that precise moment last eternally, for infinity. Keep them there and froze time.
Everything felt so calm... So right.
It was perfect.
If only it had lasted a few more time...
But all the good has its end — and their good was too perfect to be true. It was a fairytale that didn't seem to have an end but you are already on the last page, reading every word slowly and trying to let the magic remain.
When she was a child, she used to read fairytales to escape reality. One word per minute if it was possible. They were her safe place. Full of magic and happy endings.
She used to cry so loud when her fingers passed the page to reach the end. Refused to keep reading. Hated everyone in the story for not making it last longer. What was supposed to happen after the Price Charming rescues the girl from her pain? They kiss and that was it? Happily ever after?
According she grew up, she understood nobody was going to tell her what happens after. So she read more books — not only the happy ones — trying to figure out what was supposed to be a correct ending.
She never found it.
Some books were too sad and never ended in the right way — they left a bitter flavour in her mouth and a void in her chest. Other ones were too cheerful and cheesy to be true — cruel lies she hates to read because of the sensation they cause.
There was never a middle. Some clue of what she was looking for.
And when she met him — well, a long time after — she decided she would write her own book. One with the ending she always wanted. To know what happens after.
And somehow she feels this is just the eye of the storm.
In fairytales, it usually lasts one or two pages, short moments when the misery embraces the two lovers until the monster is beaten.
