| Spread out was a thick, checked blue blanket. A young man was sitting on it, leaning loosely against the tree with one hand absently brushing off strands of hair of the brow of a girl lying down on her back on his lap. The tender strokes of the hand and the soft wind lulled her into a peaceful slumber. But the man would not let her. He bent over and kissed the girl lightly on the tip of her nose. The girl�s eyes fluttered open and she smiled lazily. �Elijah?� �Ssh, don�t say anything.� Elijah � the young man � curved his lips sweetly. �I just want to be thankful of your being here, Kristjana.� �Krista, please.� �Yes, Krista. And I didn�t have to wait too long for you to come. I do not know how I could stand even a day longer otherwise.� �Hey.� It was Krista�s turn to shush him. �That makes the two of us. But� but I wouldn�t have dared to dream this moment. I never thought we would meet, Elijah.� �Krista, love.� Elijah combed her hair with his fingers. �We are bound to be together. We would surely meet one-way or another. I�ve always longed for someone like you.� That reminded Krista of her ephemeral years in the world. She read over and over in the media. Dark, straight hair and English with accent. Those were Elijah�s type. And she had them all. �But I though you�ve met your significant other.� Krista remembered a name. Elijah shook his head. �I thought so too. Yet later on it turned out that we were not meant to be.� Krista let a moment of silence pass, and then nodded. �I�m so grateful to meet you here, too, Elijah,� she whispered. �And I�m relieved to be the one being awaited. What would I be and do without you?� The blue eyes of the fair young man twinkled gleefully. He gathered Krista in his arms and pecked one corner of his beloved�s lips. �Eg elska thig,� Elijah whispered. Krista�s eyes widened. �I didn�t know you speak my language!� Elijah chuckled. �Neither did I.� End Eg elska thig: I love you in Icelandic. |
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