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From Her

Quil and Claire, now twenty-seven, are getting married. The darkest days are past. Perhaps further danger looms, but all on their minds now is the wedding. In the series For Her.

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4. Chapter 4

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Contentment seemed rather a weak way to describe my current state of mind.

Euphoria, perhaps, or bliss, might be the better term.

Her hand lay almost casually in mine. It was unfamiliar. Physical contact between us was usually premeditated and careful. Now, she touched me like it didn’t really matter. Of course, it did.

Everything she did mattered.

I heard her whisper something indistinct.

“What was that, sweetheart?”

“Claire Ateara. Just trying out my new name. I like it.”

“So do I… more than you could possibly understand.” It sounded so right.

We were almost there now, and Jake and Embry held open the great doors to the Reynolds building, where we would have our reception.

For once, they didn’t make any sarcastic cracks, just smiled hugely. Embry whispered something to Claire, and she laughed a little.

We walked through the doors. A song was playing, soft and strong.

Grow old along with me

The best is yet to be

When our time has come

We will be as one

I knew the song. “Can we dance?” I asked Claire, and she nodded. As we stepped onto the floor, I whispered the next line…

God bless our love

God bless our love

I remembered my life before Claire, dark, empty. Oh, it had its bright points. There were days worth living for. But nothing like this.

And now we would be together forever.

Grow old along with me

Two branches of one tree

Face the setting sun

When the day is done

God bless our love

God bless our love

Oh, we wouldn’t live forever. This moment could not dwell always. We were no vampires. Eventually our lives would come to a close. The sun would fall toward the horizon, blackness overcoming, consuming.

But until the day we died, we would be together.

That was really all that mattered.

Spending our lives together

Man and wife together

World without end

World without end

Remind me to thank whoever picked this song. Man and wife. Together. Always together. And the world we had created, where our love, where each other, was the only thing that mattered- that would not end when we died. That would always be part of the universe, intangible, yet extant.

Love does not end when lovers perish- not with a love this true.

Grow old along with me

Whatever fate decrees

We will see it through

For our love is true

God bless our love

God bless our love

Perhaps fate had not been kind to us, but I couldn’t see it that way. No, it was not all roses and rainbows, but life wasn’t supposed to be perfect. I’d much rather only I had to suffer, yet we had both grown when we had pain.

And in the end, everything was well.

Because it ended here, with her in my arms.

I allowed the notes to fade into silence as I lost myself in the sensation of holding her.

She was very delicate, almost fragile. Her face was perfect. I did not know whether someone else would consider Claire beautiful, because to me she was how beauty should be defined.

She was mine. It was official, signed and witnessed with a copy in the state office. I was hers. We were one.

That was all I had ever wanted.