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The breeze is slow and gentle upon her cheeks, running through her thick, wavy hair like a comfort long forgotten. It touches her ebony skin like mother, though it feels less familial, more so like a sanctuary where she may lie for the rest of her life, and never have to worry again what the world forces upon her. Her eyes squeeze shut as she concentrates on the moment, knowing that it won't be forever, even if it isn't the last time she'll feel this way. Emotions bloom in her chest, a gentle tug over her heart as warmth and love spread through it like a friendly disease, crawling through her ventricles, the chambers of her heart, and leaking through her arteries with a precious speed. She can feel the tears well up in her eyes, though she didn't know why they dared form in this very moment. Relief bubbles up in her gut as she opens her eyes again and gazes into the safest, softest brown irises she'd ever loved.
Before her, stood the woman of her dreams, ivory skin under wraps of white, flowing fabric, the wind blowing lace and fold past her, veil fastened tight to her hair yet struggling to keep hold. Hands stretched out beyond her sleeves, rested on wet cheeks, thumb under her eye and wiping away the trickling love that both knew would never stop flowing anyway. The world is silent to the both of them, yet their ears are filled with heartbeat and choked out sobs of joy, synchronised heavy breathing as the day catches up to them. The day of an end and a beginning, new life with the only future either could imagine in this preset moment, and would ever be able to imagine ever again.
The wind picks up second by second, flowing around them like a miniature cyclone of grey petals and dust. The women don't break their gaze, leaning in, lips fractions of a second apart. Both pause, not in hesitation, but in gratitude of the other, appreciation of their futures, stood before them in the other's hands. And then they lock onto each other with vigorous passion, affection raging through them strongly enough to quite even the storm brewing around their bodies. To each other they cling, destined to never let go again. A black pant leg wraps around the pale woman's ruffles as she finds herself dipped backward, though the sudden movement does not startle her. She trusts in the muscles that hold her in place, both inside and out. Well, they do pilates AND gym together, after all.