Dancing in the Dark

She remained silent for a long while, breathing in his scent and just enjoying his presence and the comfort he brought her. While they hadn't shared many details of their past until today, they'd been spending an ample amount of time together for which she was grateful. Especially in her old age. She reminisced about her memories, the things that both hurt and brought her happiness. If she could go back and change some of those things, she probably would. But then again, everything that happened made her into who she was today. Did she regret a lot of things? Yes. But who didn't? She didn't live full of regrets, however. And when her companion spoke, she couldn't help but smile when he said he didn't plan on their story ending just yet. And when he asked what she was apologizing for, she just shook her head and smiled, but stayed quiet. She didn't really have anything to apologize for. Not to him, anyway. Perhaps to others, but...it was likely too late for those.

He went on to say memories made them who they were. And over time, she had started to realize that. And when he said that she was the best thing to happen to him, she pulled back a little to look at his old, graying face. He decided to share part of his past, looking for others who be considered family and in a way she felt they had more than she thought in common. What she didn't expect, however, were the things he said next. She stayed quiet, letting him speak and her heart pounded against her chest when she realized what was coming and what he was going to say. She couldn't help the smile that started to spread across her face, her eyes growing a bit watery even.

He admitted that he loved her. That he wanted to spend the last of their days together. Even in their old age she knew there wouldn't be much time left, but how could she say no? She knew even at this moment that it wasn't just a spur of the moment decision or thought. She had actually grown to care about this man. Someone she had actually gotten the chance to know and spend time with instead of rushing and feeling obligated. No, she could say with certainty that she really and truly loved the blind old man she was sitting with. "Felicien...yes." There was warmth in her voice and in her gaze, and she pressed her head into his neck again and gently kissed his muzzle. "I love you too, Felicien. And I would be honored to be able to spend what little time we have left. Together. You and I under these stars." She could feel like her heart was fit to burst, and she knew now she could die happy - whenever that day was - with her love by her side.