Winter rose

Mr impossible the words chased away any lingering doubts in the back of his mind. This was not just anyone’s Winter Rose, this was Vail, the girl with an attitude and a penitent for trouble. He had found her, not once, or twice, but thrice in some sort of trouble normally borne of her lack of eyesight, through she clearly tried so hard to work around the inability to see.

“I’ve just been waiting for you to save me of course”
His heart pinched Oh Vail he thought, with some measure of pain. He drifted another step forward, almost without his own volition. “Then i’m sorry I took so long to save you” he whispered. She was on her feet even as he spoke, her legs unfolding before her with a grace she had only hinted at as a pup.

Between one breath and the next, she was suddenly there, in her arms. They had been young, oh so young, when they had first met. Foolish and naive, thinking they had all the time in the world. He thought he had a life time to woe her, not knowing his time had an end. Their last interactions had been so caste, so innocent and young, peeking at the edges of each others attention, a growing romance.

He leaned down, resting his head over her coat, shielding her smaller body in the shadow of his own. “Don’t leave me again” his own saucy comments brushed away, the comedy gone. His voice was open and naked before her with his need to know, to know she was here to stay.