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It was barely the break of dawn when Vyn rouses from his sleep, and the weight on his arm reminds him that he was not alone on his bed yesterday night. Beside him was the woman he dearly loved— a woman who he considers a half that makes him whole. Not wanting to wake her, he relaxes his arm that is under her head, before his fingers carefully threads itself in brown locks of hair that have become so familiar to him.
In the silence of the morning, with the morning sky still painted a dark blue and the stars seemingly not ready to retreat just yet, he wonders to himself— since when has his life become this... easy?
When has it become so easy to wake up and to go through his day with new purpose? When has it become so easy to give a smile without faking it?
Dewdrops run down his window, towards a small puddle of water on his windowsill— a memory of yesterday's cold night. Then he smiles, one that is reminiscent of fondness, as he remembers that despite the cold, he is only feeling warmth. A warmth that does not burn. A warmth that feels only of comfort. A warmth that feels of safety.
Being beside Rosa is warmth that he never knew he craved. The moment he felt the first flicker of fire from her, he knew he would be done for. Never has he felt so easy around someone— for him, everyone else felt like extremes. Only hot to the touch to be burned, or too cold to be frozen. She, however, felt the warmth that he yearned to touch, to have. And by some stroke of luck, she allowed him to be in her presence, to continuously give Vyn what he longed to have.
His eyes look towards his muse, observing Rosa in her sleep— how her brown hair falls around her face, her lips slightly parted and her hand always, always having to touch him. Whether it be on his chest, or on his arm, he's observed that she needs to be by his side, her hand touching him to feel that he didn't leave. Whether it is conscious or not, it fills him with pride, knowing that it is him she calls for. She yearns for. And the proof of that is on her left hand, adorned with his ring that he offered her. With her yes as her answer, she allowed him once more to be beside her— this time, for the rest of their lives— and thread through the path of the future together. Lives intertwined with one another. Love shared in moments they cannot separately call their own, but rather, theirs.
The last glows of the moonlight of the dark sky basks Rosa in an almost ethereal light, and Vyn breathes. He breathes so easily that it feels almost unbelievable. Unbelievable, because the Vyn of the past would not dream of having someone on his bed, that ultimately became a permanent fixture in his life. Unbelievable to think that he would get to find Rosa in the great vastness of the world, and have her choose him among everyone else. Unbelievable to feel so much; so much so that being with her, and holding her hand, and seeing the world with her is so so easy . That it feels easier than breathing. That it feels so natural. That it feels like he's flying.
He could fool himself into thinking that this was all a dream— a figment of his imagination creating some reality that he did not want to wake up from, yet he could not. Not when the brush of her lips against his tells him that it is real. Not when he feels their fingers intertwined when they are out together. Not when the roses in his garden they planted together continue to grow and blossom into beautiful roses. Not when her marks on him stay present on his skin. Not when he sees little trinkets of their presents to each other stay displayed in their home, reminding him of their little adventures together. And especially not when she presses her forehead on his, making him feel her warmth as she revels in his presence— that nothing else mattered when Rosa knows that she, too, is equally content being with him.
As the first rays of the sun appear on the horizon, orange and yellow fill the once blue sky, and it colors it anew. Somehow, it reminds him of himself and Rosa— how her appearance in his life toppled his distaste for love at first sight like a tower of cards, how she changed what once was dark and gave it color. Gave it new life. And it was one that he would not dare to trade for anything else.
"Vyn..." Rosa mumbles, eyes barely open as she calls out his name. It was quite the sight, really— how she's learned to call out for him with no hesitations now. It is a sight to see how she allows herself to be so vulnerable, so true beside him. And it is a sight that Vyn is not willing to share with anyone else.
"Yes, my love? Are you still sleepy?" He asks, adjusting to keep her comfortable. Rosa hums in reply, before she tugs his shirt by the hem, pulling him closer.
"Go back to sleep... 's early," she says, now nuzzling her face into his neck, and a soft laugh escapes his lips. He presses a soft kiss on the crown of her head, closing his eyes as he feels himself relax in her embrace.
It's easy. So easy to say yes, so easy to imagine the future with her, so easy to love when it is her.
The sun continues to rise as the day breaks, and Vyn drifts back to sleep, Rosa's warmth enveloping him in comfort— and Vyn thinks nothing else will be easier than having his rose in his life.