The Hope of Morning
By: dvshipper
CATEGORY: Established Relationship
WARNINGS: None
AUTHOR’S NOTES: Please keep in mind this wasn’t beta’d.
AUTHOR’S WEBSITE:
http://dvshipper.livejournal.com/
Everything before him had a misty covering. There was complete silence except for the rhythmic beatings of his heart and the breath released from his lungs. The light was just starting to peak above the distant horizon. This was the only time he felt completely at peace. The events that had recently happened were far-off memories, tucked neatly into the dusty corners of his mind. This was the time when nothing else existed but the dew that shrouded the grass and the small bubble of unreality that surrounded him, protecting him from every evil he had witnessed.
Over the past ten years everything in his life had changed. He’d gone from a quiet archaeologist to a gun carrying civilian soldier. People had come and gone, most always painfully. He’d been through hell and back more than once but one thing had stayed constant through the good and bad times: the pre-dawn light that brought unfailing beauty to his life. The moment just before the sun came up and time froze; perfect just the way it was, lending itself to the observer to feel the majesty of creation.
However, now he had someone to share this peace with. She had just woken up and brought a cup of coffee to him on the balcony. In the bliss of the mists of morning they could both feel as if everything was fine. No over-the-top villains chasing them; no fate was hanging in the balance. It was then that he wished time would stand still so he could stay with her watching the sunrise for the rest of his days. She laid her head on his shoulder, setting her own cup of coffee on the railing. She wrapped her arm around his, interlacing the fingers together. They were completely alone together and in absolute harmony with the scene of calm before them. That is until the cell-phone rang and they remembered that with their jobs, peace didn’t exist; yet. Some crisis had arisen, like it always did. However the chill of the early hours reminded them that there was still hope. There was a chance, however small, that everything would come out right and they could have peace more often than the occasional captured morning. That thought was probably the unreality speaking though. Even if peace would never come, it was hope that kept them going. They had found the glint of a bright future in each other that made everything worth while.
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The End **
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