The snowflakes only seem to get bigger and lazier as they sail from the clouds, disturbed only by the lively winds that are always present on the top of the hill. They land on my face, but I don’t care. I’m warm here, under the blankets, on Isak’s arm. Safe. Happy. So damned happy.
My heart swells in my chest until it’s filling up my entire torso. This right here is the perfect moment; I don’t even mind that we’re bundled up in so much clothing I can’t feel a centimeter of Isak’s skin anywhere else than his face. And I’m more convinced than ever that the stones are magical.
“This is wonderful,” I sigh.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“I was a bit worried you’d find it too unconventional.”
I snort.
“Yeah, I can see now that I was stupid.”
“Really, really stupid.”
“You’re not supposed to agree with
