"We're together… again."
That was my response to the faces we already knew.
I feel her hand tighten slightly in mine… not from discomfort. From emotion, and that… is enough for me.
The cameras are quick to appear, the flashes… The questions.
"Is it official?"
"Have you rekindled your relationship?"
"Are you planning to get married again?"
I barely smile, I don't answer everything. There's no need, because the image speaks for itself. My hand in hers, her closeness. My gaze… on her, and hers… on me. That says more than any statement.
The event continues, speeches, awards, conversations. But my attention… always returns to her. To how she moves, how she speaks, how… she fits perfectly into this world. And then I understand. It's not that she fits in, it's that she belongs, sh
