How you wish you had done this before. How you wish you had not been distracted.

It’s already too late for regrets. Your heart finds heaven knowing that he is yours now.

keeping his form too close to yours you can feel every limb despite the fabric that covers you both.

While the kiss continues, his name comes out in a whisper. It’s barely spoken. The friction leaves you unable to utter any more coherent words because all you want to do is kiss him and feel him.

These are the words your heart wishes to confess, yet your mouth is too occupied. Too attached to Viktor’s lips that the only way to speak is through your hands and arms, holding him, touching him, traveling his back,

Your arms tightened around his waist and you pressed mouth to mouth further, deeper.

Spring began once more. Flowers blooming with colorful petals. Your world was brimming with life and color, giving a sense of peace and fulfillment.

Your heart and soul felt at peace once again.

The brief moment in which he turned his face away you used it to take a deep breath with closed eyes. Your warm lips still lingered closely, until they were captured by Viktor's tender own.

Nothing stopped you then.

It didn't mean it didn't feel good — it was simply the manifestation of self-restraint and reason begging you to not be a river that overflows.

You wanted to be a tempest, overwhelming with love and affection. But you understood the doubt in Viktor's heart that asked you to be patient.

The tips of your noses brush together.
You used to think that there was a time and place for one to express one’s feelings. But if you keep waiting, perhaps the opportunity will be lost forever.

“I just want you back.” In a murmur, feeling his lips close to your lips before you kiss them.

A few strands of white hair are brushed back before his face is held by your hand.

Forehead to forehead. You breathe in and breathe out, relishing the warmth that Viktor radiates – the very testament that he is alive, that he is human.

that he is not an illusion that will disappear the moment you close your eyes.

He won’t slip between your fingers like water and sand.

In this brief moment of silence, a hand rises to caress the soft skin of Viktor’s cheek.

His raspy defiance is met with hoarse, yet calm voice, softened by emotion. By something tender and fragile.

One arm prevails around Viktor’s waist. Now that you can finally look in his eyes, you know for certain that he is real,

"My mistake——" Calm down. Calm down, you told yourself. "Was letting you walk out that door."

circling it with your hand and pulling him into a tight, nearly suffocating but warm embrace.

Agitated, you had a hard time catching your breath, feeling air escape and enter your lungs as you panted, as if you had run a thousand miles just reach him.

What used to be thick layers of white, morphed into a green so full of life you could even feel the rays of the sun on your skin.

Slowly, winter began to recede. As you advanced, so did spring.

Little by little, until you were able to reach his wrist,

A strong will can move mountains, they say.

Yours was an undying flame that could burn this forest to ashes.

Amidst your struggle, flowers began to bloom and snow began to melt behind you.

Grunting like a wild animal who's fighting for survival.

"I'm not giving up on you!" You screamed, wishing every spirit, every lifeform and cosmic entity to hear you. This was your promise. Your declaration to him.

Your whole face was a revelation that spoke of the great wariness and mistrust you felt seeing his figure.

"Is it really you? Or are you just a product of my imagination?" Because it would break your heart knowing he wasn't real, that it was just an illusion.

until you saw a man standing ahead of you, covered from head to toes.

The distance that separated you would have been reduced to nothing in seconds if you had run towards him. What you did was stay in place instead. Staring, wondering.

A voice so familiar you stopped and looked around you with urgency, surveying your surroundings like a man lost in the woods in the company of ghosts.

"Viktor?! Is that you?!"

With or without response, you ran toward the sound,

A tunnel vision that guided you forward. If destiny or fate had a say in this matter, it would be their hand holding yours like a mother helping her child with its first steps.

It was someone screaming that broke the silence.