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Cherry blossoms are dancing in the wind and Hina smiles as one pink petal lands on her husband’s white hair.
They’d made a stop by the park to see the festival and had bought skewers, sweets and more, swept away by the endless energy of the fair.
Now, they had escaped the noisy atmosphere to walk around the quieter side of the gardens, mindlessly following the water stream, basking in each other’s presence.
They could still hear the music in the distance, and she hums to herself, enjoying the cool evening air on her skin, reveling in the feel of Mikey’s skin against hers.
The warmth of her husband, the faraway music, the muffled sound of the river flowing through the park, the silver moonlight reflecting on the cherry trees.
Intoxicated by the eerie atmosphere, Hina turns to Mikey. She clasps her hands around their neck and lifts her head up, meeting their amused gaze.
“Dance with me?”
Mikey’s response is a small smile as their eyes light up. Their hands find her waist, bringing her impossibly closer and she lays her head in the small of their neck, her mouth kissing their jaw.
She leads the dance, her white dress fluttering as she softly sways them, back and forth, to a rhythm only they could follow. They don’t need to say everything, this moment between them beyond words, beyond time.
They’d met twenty years ago, in what now feels like another life.
Her mind go to Emma, a dull and familiar ache in her heart as memories surface. She feels Mikey squeeze her waist, sensing her pain, sharing it. She can see in their eyes that they, too, are thinking about them; Emma and Draken. How they should’ve been there with them.
They’d both come to terms with the grief and losses but sometimes, they found themselves longing for the people they’d lost, the time they’d wasted. Finding comfort in each other.
Their relationship hadn’t been an easy one, it had been intense and passionate and spontaneous. It had been burning hot, then desperately cold.
Now, the Sun and the Moon have found each other again, locking in a loving embrace, swearing to never let go again. They might not wear wedding rings, they might not be the most conventional couple, but their love was fierce.
Fireworks explode in the sky as Mikey’s hand wrap around hers and they place a light kiss on her lips.
The only ring she’d ever needed was Mikey’s fingers against hers.