“Elijah?”
“Ssh, don’t say anything.” Elijah – the young man – curved his lips sweetly. “I just want to be thankful of your being here, Kristjana.”
“Krista, please.”
“Yes, Krista. And I didn’t have to wait too long for you to come. I do not know how I could stand even a day longer otherwise.”
“Hey.” It was Krista’s turn to shush him. “That makes the two of us. But… but I wouldn’t have dared to dream this moment. I never thought we would meet, Elijah.”
“Krista, love.” Elijah combed her hair with his fingers. “We are bound to be together. We would surely meet one-way or another. I’ve always longed for someone like you.”
That reminded Krista of her ephemeral years in the world. She read over and over in the media. Dark, straight hair and English with accent. Those were Elijah’s type. And she had them all.
“But I though you’ve met your significant other.” Krista remembered a name. Elijah shook his head.
“I thought so too. Yet later on it turned out that we were not meant to be.”
Krista let a moment of silence pass, and then nodded.
“I’m so grateful to meet you here, too, Elijah,” she whispered. “And I’m relieved to be the one being awaited. What would I be and do without you?”
The blue eyes of the fair young man twinkled gleefully. He gathered Krista in his arms and pecked one corner of his beloved’s lips.
“Eg elska thig,” Elijah whispered.
Krista’s eyes widened.
“I didn’t know you speak my language!”
Elijah chuckled.
“Neither did I.”
End
Eg elska thig: I love you in Icelandic.