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Out of the Darkness... Into the Light
The faint ticking of the typewriter keys echoed about
the room and roused her from sleep. Satine inhaled deeply, and without
coughing, let out a content sigh. Her tuberculosis had cleared due to the
country air during her abduction, even though she suffered the duke's abuse.
Pulling herself up on her elbows, her eyes scanned the room. Christian's garret
hadn't changed much since the day the darkness fell, and for that she was
grateful. Things were perfect the way they were.
Her eyes fell on Christian typing feverishly at the keys. Crumpled papers
littered the floor around him, and he was completely enraptured in his work.
**Morning!** Satine's thoughts cast at him. He stopped
immediately and turned to face her.
"Morning, love! I didn't feel you wake up,"
he answered, tapping his temple.
Their bond had grown so strong after the duke died, they could feel each
others' souls in their heads. Thoughts could be "cast" at each
other's minds, emotions were felt mutually, and even apart physically, they
were constantly together. They were now one.
"You looked busy," Satine responded, sitting up.
**Say hello to the boys for me,** Christian cast,
picking up his mess on the ground.
Satine rubbed her swollen stomach, cooing softly. Although there was no way to
be sure, they instinctively knew Satine was carrying boys, and they felt the
two hearts beat inside her. And there was no doubt in their minds that these
children were Christian's, because they "felt" them appear.
"What are you writing?," she called as he
left the room to throw out the papers.
"A poem," Christian answered distractedly. She heard a clank of
dishes emitting from the kitchen.
**Read it to
Christian appeared in the doorway, blushing of embarrassment. "It's not
finished..."
**Liar,** she cast. She knew he was. "What is it
about?"
Christian had never renounced to read something he wrote to her. Satine felt
hurt, and somewhat worried; she knew Christian sensed it.
"It's about... It's about what happened with the duke..." he mumbled,
looking down. He didn't want to be the cause of her worry, but he didn't want
to remind her of what happened.
**Read it to
Christian looked at her, incredulous. He felt no fear, no shame, nor anger from
her. Only the genuine wish to hear the poem.
Shrugging, he grabbed the paper from the desk and sat on the bed, beside
Satine. Strangely, his palms were sweating. He hadn't felt this nervous since
he first met Satine! Maybe it was because he'd poured his thoughts and heart
onto paper, describing exactly what he felt during Satine's recovery. Maybe it
was because he was afraid of what she'd think of it. Or that it would force her
to relive the events that caused them both such pain.
She looked at him expectantly. **It's alright. It's over now.**
He nodded slowly.
"Out of the Darkness,
Trapped without light,
Soon the night's wings take flight.
Chasing the sun,
Drowning in fear,
Now she knows I'm here.
Give up the chase
And take my hand.
I smile and help her stand.
One step from hell,
Two to the day,
Three, she reaches the sun's ray.
You're here with me,
Safe and sound.
It's you I finally found.
Nothing to fear,
You're here with me,
And now you're finally free."
**Out of the darkness, into the light,** Satine added.
The poem was perfect. Everything was perfect now. **I love you.**
**I love you too. And you're right, everything is perfect.**
Out of the darkness, into the light...