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It was a cathartic moment.
Like everything that happened in their lives was meant to end up in a fantastic sequence of events where–even though the world had fought against them–they were breathing in the same existence.
Holding, touching, kissing each other in a silence that was just theirs.
There was even a calmness that enveloped the both of them as the moment dragged on. Rare, miniscule, but it was there and it was just for them.
Everything else around them ebbing away, blending into the background; every person, every noise, every breath taken by somebody else other than them were ignored.
Even matter and space was insignificant as Emily cradled Tara within her arms.
Maybe it was it.
Passion, care, courage.
She didn’t know what it was, really, but Emily leaned closer to her now lover to plant a kiss atop her head. “It’s over.” she whispered like a secret, like the forbidden words she had whispered numerous times before behind closet doors.
Hiding a love that was a love the world had never seen in its history.
“It’s over.” she whispered again, but it was for her that time.
Because finally it was over.
Serial killer network, chains of unsubs, cruelty, pain, hardships, death . . . it was all over. In such a flurry in fact, that when it was all done for, the two had stopped trying and crumbled to the ground, not caring as they wept because nothing was more important than one another.
It had taken everything in everybody to look away, to move, to stop staring at the two lovers as they clutched to one another like their life depended on it. The team, mainly JJ and Luke, had ushered the crowd to their positions, and for that Emily could only be grateful.
It was finally over.
Emily felt a hand snake to the back of her head, two fingers fumbling tiredly with the strands it could fondle. She hummed in their solitude, blinking away the last of her sorrows as her affection poured out of her mouth; “Are you okay, Tara?”
Tara could only hum in her grips, but she had known her enough that words weren’t needed in between them. Correspondents were often in silence, because they knew nothing else but to love and to love one another, and came to understand in a great quantity.
She hummed back, pressing her head against her lover’s. “We’ll run a warm bath when we get back to my apartment. We’ll watch a movie that Matt recommended to me. We’ll be okay, I promise.” she whispered, her voice wavering.
“I hope we will be.”