1 December 2012
Part 2 - Summer
A glorious, almost malleable beam of yellow sunlight streamed through the gap in the bedroom curtains; making the drifting dust practicals look like dancing fairies in the dawn glow.
I pulled the loose sheets closer around my naked body and curled up closer to Jack, still deep in sleep and breathing softly beside me.
My hand wandered across his bare chest, lingering on the now all-too-familiar scars. The soft, white, hairless patches that told me stories of his past; the surgeries and all too many months in hospital. It made my heart heavy, heavy with sadness that the man I love could have gone through so much pain.
Yet here he was, in my arms and asleep as if nothing was wrong. It was hard to believe sometimes when he seemed so... Normal. Part of me wondered if he would be the same person without his disease, or had it shaped him in to this caring, compassionate man?
My fragile heart glowed softly with the dawn light streaming in. It was getting used to loving again. Even if it did feel so alien at times.
"What are you plotting?" A sleepy voice joked, "That is your plotting face."
"What face? This face?" I stuck my tongue out, knowing it would make him chuckle.
A strong arm pushed me further into his chest and his lips found mine.
"I love you," Jack whispered in my ear.
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