Still.

It was so still around her. Nothing sounded, nothing mirrored, nothing.

Nothing at all. It was nothing but her there.

Amelie woke up, but not like she was used to — this was nothing she'd seen before.

This was light. This was bright. It was heaven.

Amelie woke aroused in heaven. Her heaven.

She looked around. The light was warm, loving. Not anything like the darkness and cold she was used to. Her feet barely felt upon the soft ground. The soft, yellow-shaded clouds hovered above her. Yellow. Her color. It was her color.

She smiled. She smiled so softly as she watched that blond human her heart always beat for, standing in front of her.

''Looking lost, Mrs. Malfoy?'' Draco rose a brow, smiling right back at her.

Amelie walked closer, ''I don't think we're lost, Draco.''

He hummed, nodding gently before his hands landed on the curve of her waist, ''I don't think we're lost either.'' He said, feeling her face as she buried her whole self in his chest, ''I don't think we're lost at all.''

They weren't.

For the first time, for years and years, as they so viciously passed, they weren't lost anymore.

The darkness her soul carried, the hurt and loss, and the pain she felt for most of her life weren't there. Only peace and warmth, and him.

Only him. Her Draco.

''We did well, didn't we?'' She arched her neck, and she looked up at the man holding her heart in his hands, ''We can rest now?''

Malfoy tilted his head to the side, nodding slowly, ''We did well, Amelie.'' He whispered, bending down to level her, ''We can rest now.''

''I love you,'' Her tone wasn't thin anymore. Her eyes found his. Silver and bronze, ice and warmth collided, ''I think my heart finally beats with yours now.''

''I think it did all along,'' His sight flickered, taking in every inch of the love of his life, ''I love you,  Amelie.''

She smiled. Her forehead against his. Her fingers in his hair.

It finally stopped pouring.

Draco kissed her slowly, ''I'm yours, and you're mine, Amelie.'' He said against her lips. In peace. He wasn't breaking anymore. He wasn't falling and crashing and colliding with the indefinite ground of losing her again. He was there. Right there, with her.

Always with her.

''I'm yours, and you're mine, Amelie,'' He said again, ''And forever, forever is ours.''