The sky was an endless stretch of inky blue as snow fluttered slowly and softly onto their cold red cheeks. She closed her eyes, holding his woolen hand as they laid together side by side on the rose petaled snow. The night was quiet, absence of the songs and laughter of the Christmas season. Tall oak trees, dark and invisible stand silently as they listened to the rustle of the wind and their thumping hearts beneath tartan and wool. In this very moment, this very place, the world existed of just him and her, and the woods and the roses.
She leaned her head closer to him, listening to his slow breathes, watching the smoke exhale slowly and repeatedly as he slept beside her blissfully. The snow fluttered down, dancing waltz with the wind, shimmering ever so dimly in the moonlight. When tomorrow comes, today, tonight, this very moment shall cease to exist as he joins the forces of the Russian Army in a war that should have never happened. A war between politicians that have selfishly been dragged into her life, shattering her future, separating Him from Her. A war for a gain that would never amount to the dreams and hopes crushed of the millions dead in the cold Russian winter.
And yet…
She watched him. Lashes laced with snow on a face that she knew with conviction that she would never ever love anyone the same again. His face, angular and smooth, lacks the lines and creases of a wearier man that belong in an army. He is still, a boy, with the same determination and virility and hope for his future. A boy who loves her with recklessness and an absence of thought as his heart take over his head every single time.
The tranquility of tonight however, brings with it the comfort of an illusion. An illusion that the world and her country has never knew war. Whereby tomorrow’s arrival would not rob her of her heart and her soul as tonight, in this very place. The world exists, of him and her.
He opens his eyes to meet hers, an azure of blueness against her own hazel green. No words were needed as he stretched out his arms to bring her closer to his heart. To forever imprint Her into Him as they slept amidst the scent of the roses and the fluttering snow.
