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Writing Challenge Post#4
Set by: withwindinherwords
Words: Euphoria, esoteric, eccedentesiast, endless, effervescence
Word Limit: None
“Have you ever seen a more beautiful sight?” cooed Simon, showing a smile that promised sincerity and encouraged belief while meeting the path of Rebecca’s eyes in the mirror.
Ever the eccedentesiast, she let loose the pearly whites that had won his heart so many moons ago at the library. It seemed cliché now looking back, but at the time it couldn’t have felt more contrary. Rebecca maintained to this day that she had no idea what Simon was doing in the crafts section, let alone why he had wanted the book on crocheting that they had simultaneously reached for, their hands meeting from either side of the shelf. This was, of course, a lie, as she knew all too well that Simon had been admiring her from afar for over an hour that April afternoon; but she would never let on. It had remained, and forever would, just another snippet of their esoteric little existence together.
But inside knowledge or not, it wasn’t important, because what really mattered was here and now; getting ready to go for dinner with their parents, where they would announce their plans to marry. There was a sense of euphoria amidst the flecks of dust that navigated the warm air of their house that could not be denied; they had both been awaiting this moment for some time.
Unlike so many couples around them who had rushed for the grand prize of matrimony, or simply grown tired of one another en-route, Simon and Rebecca had persisted through the years. By no means had their journey been an easy one; dealing with the loss of Simon’s father 5 years earlier while the relationship was still in its infancy brought them to the brink as Rebecca had struggled to keep him from complete isolation. At times the silence between them had seemed endless, brushing the matter aside as both of them wanted to tackle the matter and move on, but neither knew how.
Despite this, she knew from countless conversations with her mother as a girl that if you have something worth keeping, you hold onto it, and that is exactly what Rebecca did; she allowed Simon his space and silence, while trusting that when he did eventually re-emerge from that sea of grief, he would swim back to her island shores rather than choosing to remain adrift in a solitary state of solace, indulging in alcohol and poor decisions like so many they had known.
All of that seemed a million galaxies away now, as they found themselves sharing an embrace; his arms secured around her waist, chin planted gently upon the back muscles of her left shoulder as he studied her choice of dress. They gazed at their reflection, beaming faces of two people that would one day come to be identified as a harmonious one. With that knowledge in the forefront of their minds, Simon laid a kiss on Rebecca’s cheek, knowing that an initially polite smile at his courteous remark had quickly transformed into an effervescence that was coursing through her entire being.