The Heaviness of Triumph
The sky above them was at this point not dull, however the triumph that had recently been won felt empty. Selene remained in the clearing, her breaths coming in shallow, worn out wheezes. The revile was broken, yet the sensation of fear hadn't completely left her. She looked at Ronan, his face streaked with soil and weariness, his body drooped from the huge exertion they had quite recently persevered.
Briefly, neither of them talked. The quietness wasn't serene — it was thick, loaded up with inferred words and feelings nor was prepared to stand up to.
Ronan was quick to break it, his voice unpleasant. "It's finished."
Selene gestured, however she didn't know she trusted it. Her body actually murmured with the leftovers of the enchanted they had diverted, the dim energy that had almost consumed them both. "We did what we needed to," she said discreetly, yet the words felt unfilled. The revile may have been obliterated, however the expense — what they had forfeited — still lingered palpably between them.
Ronan took a gander at her, his temple wrinkling with concern. "You're not alright, right?"
Selene shook her head, her throat tight. "I don't have the foggiest idea, Ronan. I couldn't say whether I at any point will be."
He ventured nearer, his hand contacting brush a strand of hair from her face. The touch was delicate, yet it sent a shudder through her, an indication of all that they had experienced. "You don't need to convey this by itself," he said delicately. "We've battled together, we've drained together. We'll recuperate together."
Yet, Selene didn't know whether mending was conceivable. The reality of the revile still waited, the recollections of the spirits bound to it, and the dreams she had seen. They weren't simply battling to endure any longer; they had become piece of the actual texture of the revile they had annihilated.
"I'm terrified, Ronan," she conceded, her voice scarcely over a murmur. "I don't have the foggiest idea what happens now. We broke the revile, yet it seems like… like something's still inside me."
Ronan's demeanor relaxed, and he ventured nearer, folding his arms over her. The glow of his hug was encouraging, however it didn't pursue away the cool that had gotten comfortable her chest. "Whatever occurs straightaway, we'll confront it together," he murmured into her hair. "No doubt about it."
Selene shut her eyes, permitting herself a snapshot of weakness. She inclined toward him, her body shudder as she let the heaviness of all that they had to deal with crash down on her. The aggravation, the apprehension, the vulnerability — it was very a lot, but she had no real option except to continue to push ahead.
"I couldn't say whether I'm sufficient," she said, her voice breaking.
Ronan pulled back somewhat, measuring her face in his grasp. His eyes looked through hers, loaded up with a profundity of feeling that made her heart hurt. "You're more grounded than you know, Selene. You've endure things the vast majority wouldn't have the option to envision. That is no joke."
She gulped hard, her eyes locking with his. There was something crude, something genuine in the manner in which he took a gander at her — as though he saw through every one of the walls she had fabricated, directly to the pieces of her she had made a solid attempt to stow away. The association between them was irrefutable, however it panicked her however much it support her.
"I would rather not lose myself in this," she murmured, her voice unstable. "I would rather not become somebody I don't perceive."
Ronan's thumb brushed her cheek, cleaning away a tear she hadn't understood had fallen. "You won't," he guaranteed. "I won't allow that to occur. We'll sort this out together."
There was a closeness as would be natural for him that went past the actual association they shared. It was a commitment of something more profound, something that frightened her more than any revile at any point could.
"Ronan… " Selene's voice followed off, uncertain of how to communicate what she was feeling. The fight was finished, however something had moved between them, something she couldn't exactly express.
Ronan inclined in nearer, his brow leaning against hers. "I know," he said delicately, his breath warm against her skin. "I feel it as well."
Briefly, they remained there, their general surroundings disappearing as the power of their association occupied the space between them. The crudeness of the feelings they shared was overpowering, but, Selene wound up needing to fall into it, to relinquish the walls she had constructed and permit herself to feel all that she had been keeping down.
However, she faltered, the heaviness of the revile as yet waiting in her brain. "Consider the possibility that this isn't genuine. Consider the possibility that it's simply the consequence of all that we've experienced."
Ronan's hand slipped to the rear of her neck, pulling her nearer. "This is genuine, Selene," he mumbled, his voice consistent. "You and me, we're genuine. What we've experienced doesn't change that."
Selene's heart beat in her chest, the weakness existing apart from everything else soaking in. She needed to trust him, to believe that what they had was something beyond a result of their common injury. Be that as it may, the anxiety toward losing herself — of losing him — was still there, prowling in her sub-conscience.
"I don't have the foggiest idea how to be anything more," she conceded, her voice shaking. "I've spent so much time serious areas of strength for being, the person who battles… I don't have any idea how to simply give up."
Ronan's hold fixed, his eyes loaded up with understanding. "You don't need to give up alone," he said delicately. "I'm here. I've forever been here. What's more, I'm staying put."
His words punctured through the walls she had assembled, and interestingly, Selene permitted herself to accept that perhaps, quite possibly, she didn't need to confront everything all alone. Perhaps there was a method for recuperating — together.
Automatically, she shut the distance between them, her lips finding his in a kiss that was delicate from the get go yet immediately developed as the feelings they had been keeping down flooded to the surface. The association between them was electric, accused of the force of all that they had to deal with, all that they actually needed to confront.
At the point when they at long last pulled separated, Selene's breath came in short heaves, her heart dashing. Yet, the apprehension that had held her before was gone, supplanted by something hotter, something that felt like expectation.
Ronan leaned his brow against hers, his voice scarcely a murmur. "We will be OK, Selene. We'll sort this out, together."
Without precedent for quite a while, Selene permitted herself to trust him. Perhaps they could track down a way through the haziness, not as people, but rather as another element — something more grounded.
Together.