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Importance, One of Five

"I always dreamt of a place like this, y'know?" I told him. The look on his face was unforgettable. A smile that at first seemed smug, and it mellowed down to something warm, and at last, sincere.

And he strode slow, between the tall grass, with his hands hovering over their faded light brown tips. A scent unique to his own, indescribable at most, sweet was the other. Contrasted the dew, the earth, and the distant unseen cinder.

Eyes, brown, and I saw myself on them. And through me you see yourself giddy and relieved. Your arms around my sides, and mine hunched over your shoulders. Muzzles touched, each other's warm and calmed breathing amidst the nuzzle. Oh how I would describe those eyes of yours again, thumping my heart when you looked at me.

How it was calm after the tragedy, worry before it. Relief upon rest, and assurance before the challenge. Tears upon joy or sadness, and wide open when realization hit.

Our tails wagged slowly, swayed with the glade. Each other's grasps tightened when the world gave us her cold shoulder, and the shudder when she barked at us with lightning. Curdling thunder was but a distant whimper, hidden behind dark clouds. That, despite it, there was brightness to bask in your beauty.

The world trembled as cold winds picked up pace once more. Darkness for a moment followed by lightning, and there was fire at the distance. It grew but did not approach us, cinder more apparent but your scent allured me more.

These stilted winds brought upon a heat, fanning these flames five times taller. Half of your face hued then with amber light, as was my arm, and the hand that held your cheek. You still smiled regardless, and we still saw each other between ourselves.

"Funny," you finally said to me. "Wasn't I there?" And sniggered as your held cheek freed itself from my grasp, buried it against my chest. You heard my heart, your fingers tapped to its beat- slow and rhythmic.

"I..." A realization of who I was before our time. I grasped you tenderly, feeling your fur and your twitch as you were taken aback. You held me far tighter, almost competitive, and tried to see who could comfort the other better.

You'd win every time, because you know when to tighten that adds tension. It kept me grounded, kept me alive in this existence. And you soften it down, and I feel it too. You made me feel like I deserve it. Like I deserve you.

"I'm sorry," I whispered as the fires surrounded us. There was intense heat, yet all I felt was your simple warmth.

And you would reach out, holding my cheek like I yours. In your eyes you saw my face, hued by these flames. Yet there was no sweat, no fear, except for a tear I shed because I loved you so much. And I still love you too. I will love you more.

You kissed me after, and the flames died down. And I shut my eyes and saw a different kind of heat. In the darkness my eyesight saw nothing, yet my heart saw you. I hugged you tightly, and not-so moments after. I wanted you to feel the same thing you have given me.

I wanted you to know how much you felt real to me because I've spent my life hoping you were real. Hoping that, in these fields, you were there to hold. That you wouldn't go away.

In the cold memory I shuddered, as that fear of mere fantasy returned. The heat had gone, and for a moment I only felt the coat I wore. And my arms, hands, and fingers went numb. My tail stopped wagging, and my heartbeat raced.

"Don't go," I whispered. To whom? I hope it was to you.

And I opened my eyes.

And you were still there, tearful yet smiling in relief. Fire was gone, the clouds still dark and low. We were together, in our arms. We were two separated by thought, now one.