#infinit8worlds

gentle and endless, the snow falls through the world. blurring the air in its magnificence. the pleasing winter landscape nests next to his heart and conrad takes a moment to appreciate it, utterly awed, before trudging from his car to the front door of the beach house. a delayed flight brings forth no disappointment, not even an ounce. on christmas, this is where he wishes to be. in a place that has witnessed so much love, it now radiates it. conrad places his bags down and digs around for his keys. patting helplessly at his pockets, he considers the possibility that they were left in the vehicle's cup holder. fluffs of snow decorate his head, a chill rushing through him as a single flake drips down his neck, yet the cold is swiftly exchanged with the heat of a blazing sun as the door opens.

oh. god, she's beautiful.

ps. I’m still getting you back for that hot cocoa comment <3

tenderness  blooms.  her  name  on  a  screen  is  enough  to  bring  the  sun  to  him,  to  ward  against  the  cold  and  colorless.  not  once  did  he  believe  a  lover  could  be  a  remedy  of  all  things  until  she  wrapped  herself  around  his  heart  and  promised  to  remain.  to  not  falter  against  the  force  of  his  melancholy.

﹙ imessage ⋆ belly ﹚i've  been  at  a  conference  all  day.  you  have  no  idea  how  much  this  filled  my  tank.  thank  you,  belly. 

he  attaches  a  photo  taken  earlier  in  the  day.  a  group  of  future  doctors  with  arms  thrown  around  one  another.  all  of  them  in  pursuit  of  the  warmth  of  goodness. maybe helping her feel included is enough to soothe the cuts from his constant critiques of her hot cocoa. even when it's good, which it is these days, he still pretends it's not.