¿Cómo fue? [Emma & Vasco Blitz]

Candles burn a bit lower, and the music has turned from the up-tempo big band to slower, quieter selections. I’d spent time with the share of victors, but there was one that I’d neglected, perhaps the most important person at the peacekeeper ball.

“Mi vida,” I whispered out as I came up behind a vision more spectacular than anything a capitolite stylist could muster.

You see, there’s this girl that I used to know, back in eleven. One with a fire in her eyes, and who knew all the answers to every test in school (the ones I’d ocassionally try to peek off of, even if she hunched over her desk so no one else could see). And there were the years when she and I would spend hours in the fields, one next to another, me chirping out jokes and she letting out a laugh or two – when I managed to land one – until at last the night began to fall.

Then we’d take walks under the stars, up the hills that look over the river. Nights where I could wrap her underneath a blanket and listen to the river flow. Nights where she’d look up at those stars, and I’d sneak glances just at her. When I could feel my heart beat a bit faster holding her hand in mine, two souls seeing the world together.

In twenty-five years there’s never been another, no one that could turn my head. Not a one that could lift me up when the whole world has set upon my shoulders.

“I’ve been meaning to get a dance with you all night,” I hold out my hand with a grin. “If you can forgive me for being gone for so long?” The music may not have been like what we danced to back in Eleven, but it didn’t give me any less reason to want to be close to Emma.