elysianblu
Vi is given the option to either lose herself in fear, or stay in love's orbit. Not just for Cait, but for herself and everyone who has attempted to melt the frost, day after day.
She must choose wisely, as the fact of the matter is simple: overwriting the past and burying faults can erase more than pain. It could erase the loving hands that reach for her, over and over again.
***
Breathing in-between Cait's ribs:
If Vi opened fully, each petal of her being unfurling, she'd be embraced by the fullness within joy; the reality where she's pleading without words, her fingertips trailing across the sharper points of my rosary necklace, dazed and slack-jawed by a languid fatigue.
The instant where I concede, sighing into her open mouth and rendering her speechless. Where, after she waits for a few agonizing seconds to go by, I kiss her temple three times.
The stupor where I press my bow-shaped lips to her forehead, her breastbone; her left shoulder, her right shoulder. The Heaven where I muse, 'In the name of the Father, of the Son, and of the Spirit. Amen.'