and the angels sang,,

[(--Z E P H Y r!]

I felt the ground shake softly, a thud sounding next to me. I looked over, and thank god, my Serendipity was standing there. I immediatly turned to stand, but yelped with the pain that shot through my leg. I stopped moving, and felt him lay next to me, laying his head over my neck.

I didn't move after that, settling myself. I let out a releaved sigh, laying my head down. 'We're fine. We will go when we wake. When we're rested.' I whispered, closing my eyes and trying to calm myself, to tell my heart that we were ok, that the hard part was over now.

I closed my mind, blocking the thoughts, and only letting the sleep come. My heart was still open though, and for as long as Serendipity was with me, it would stay open.


x
is done!

[Ємßєг§]

When I had been madly in love with Vira, I never realized how incomplete our relationship was. How much it was missing. How it was really never meant to be put into existence. At the time, that was all we knew. That's what love was, and we thought that was all there would be. Neither of us knew what was missing. We didn't care.

But when I sat next to Zephyr, panting from the exhilaration of the rock climb, just staring at the calm serenity that washed over her face, that's when I knew. I knew that love was a completely different feeling next to happiness. To an unknowledgeable dog, perhaps the two emotions seem quite close, but to anyone whose loved and lost, each feeling is the opposite end of the scale.

Though that doesn't mean you can't have them both. If you are truly going to stay with one forever, you have to have both the love and joy to go through with it. To be with another for as long as they both shall live might be hard, but will pay off in the end. The love and happiness will multiply over the years, and soon you'll be far better off than where you've started. Or so I've come to know.

Matching the breaths of my beloved, I lay next to her, our heads and tails perfectly with one another. I'm not sure about her, but I remember that at that moment, I took the time to gaze out over the cliff-side, out over the ocean like I had grown to be accustomed to doing by now. But when I saw the crashing waves, I knew something about it was different.

From that day there on out, I was seeing the world through a different set of eyes. No longer did anything simply exist. It had a reason to exist. I had a reason to exist. The cobalt colored sky meant something to me, as did the rays of the sun, and the crash of the waves. Each day was something to look forward to, for now I something to grasp, something to hold on to.

I knew I would remember this day, the day in which in so short time, I both met the Fae called by the name of Zephyr, and fell madly in love with her at the same time. And no matter where I was, or how old I would turn out to be, my memory of that day would never fade.