#.✰* 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : grace frei

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♪Slow dance with you Spinning you around by the Walmart sign And moving our feet over the painted white lines Getting close to you Making the most of whatever we got Even if it's just a slow dance in a parking lot ♪

  𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒚 and the stars are sparkling, putting on their best shine in what felt like a pure moment meant simply for the two of them. His hand in hers as he lead her to the car but she stops to gaze at the beauty above ; she barely notices that his eyes are more fixated on her. He was on his way to the driver's side but he stops, and then he walks back to Grace.

His hand out and offered palm up. With canted head curiosity, she takes her husband's hand as he pulls her close. A gasp , a laugh as his hand moves around her waist and the other holds on to her hand.

Within moments to the sound of the night, Lewis is swaying with her in the empty parking lot. A twirl, a dip, a kiss and a laugh so pure that there is no other way to describe the love which they share. This is her husband, her soul mate, the man she was always meant to find.

A man who with such a rough exterior but now proceeds to dance with her like they're the last ones in the world in the parking lot void of any other soul. She doesn't know what brought it on, but...

She loves every moment of it, just as she loves him.

🐝  *  ―  send 🎵 or ( ‘SHUFFLE’ ) for me to randomize my playlist and write a starter that either uses the lyrics or is otherwise inspired by the song in some way. @wachtraeumen ft. Lewis Nixon

Slow Dance in a Parking Lot - Jordan Davis

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When he speaks of his mom she smiles more. She doesn't know it but they have that in common - she lost hers at the age of six. She remembers...very little about her mom. But she remembers how badly it hurt her dad. But that is too heavy, and right now they are enjoying the conversation of family, school, and her showing off the shop her father has.

"Yeah, I suggested a book store but I was then accused of wanting that for my own benefit. Start reading at a college level when you're seven and find a love of books and suddenly you're being accused of some kind of potential extortion." It wasn't to brag, but to make a joke and laugh with the guy she's claiming as her new friend.

He says it gives Alice in Wonderland vibes and she smirks. " Which fits, because my dad had the nickname The Mad Hatter growing up. He always tried to make top hats happen. Plus he read that to me so much when I was younger, I'm surprised my name isn't Alice." Though for the better, she thought. She's not sure she could pull off being an Alice.

"So if you need a suit for anything -- let me know. You'll have a one of a kind for sure. And he may throw in a top hat.." she laughs.

"Oh, okay, that explains it." He chuckles some more. Honestly, he hasn't felt this good about talking to someone in a while, just playful and carefree. He doesn't always want to be that grumpy laced up too tight guy, but a lot of the times that's who he feels like he has to be.

It's really tough work, but he's got the mind for it. If anyone can do it, Conrad Fisher is the one that can. "Thanks, my mom is too." He tells her, even though his mom is rooting for him on the other side, but he's not going to drop that bomb on Grace.

He also likes learning, probably a good thing considering his major. "I do too, I like when I have to really think about the stuff I'm learning too." It's invigorating. "Top Hats and Teacups. That sounds like a book store, or like. . . I don't know, it almost gives Alice in Wonderland vibes." He chuckles again.

Looking at Grace's phone, he nods his head. "Definitely a little bit of fantasy thrown in there." He agrees. "It's pretty cool."

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𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕, 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕. She knows that he probably thought his luck soured somewhere along the way ; even in the moments of a war fought which he managed to make it out alive even if it was by the skin of his teeth. When Grace looks at him she doesn't look or see the luck he may not have ; she sees the man he is and the man he can be. A heart, a fighter, a sense of humor that rivals others. Even if it comes from a place of sadness that she can see when she looks into those eyes he still has the most beautiful smile.

She reaches over and brushes her hand against his stubbled cheek and smiles, kissing the opposite side.

❝ No more wasted time.❞ she tells him with a kiss. ❝ That's a promise.❞

❝ Everyone before you was a waste of time. ❞ — Nixon to Grace @wachtraeumen

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❝ 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅, 𝑰 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕. 𝑺𝒉𝒉𝒉. ❞ Grace grins at him as he chuckles and watches him brush his hair from his face. He's rather cute ; she admits that. But she's here for school - not for boys. But she can make friends and if they happen to be male then that's totally fine. Besides, with how their conversation is easily flowing she is sure that she and him could very well be good friends.

❝ That is very admirable, to want to go into medicine. Plus the work you gotta put into it...I'm rooting for you.❞ she tells him, even if she just met him.

❝ It is, but I do like learning. ❞ which does explain her grades but she isn't about to express her full on nerdiness to him. He'll learn though if he wants to down the line. ❝ He owns a tailoring and tea shop...yeah it's a very odd combo but it works. Top Hats & Teacups in Maine. ❞

Reaching into her pocket she pulls out her phone and pulls up the website to show Conrad. ❝ He has an interesting style, a mix between modern and fantasy for those who dare to be different. ❞

"Have you ever had it studied - - - for science?" He asks her. "There might be a cure for that, something a little more permanent than a Snickers bar." He tilts his head and chuckles before brushing the falling strands of hair out of his eyes.

When Grace asks why kind of doctor he nods his head. "At first I thought I wanted to be a pediatric doctor, but I think I want to be a general practitioner." He might be more help in that area, honestly. That way he could help all types of people.

"That's a wide range." Conrad nods his head. "I think the children’s books sound fascinating." He tells her. "What kind of shop does your father run?"

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" There is a whole, ugly shifting process. It's really gross." she teases, smiling back at him. When he says he's going to be a doctor she smiles. "That's amazing. Do you know what kind yet?" she asks him, swaying on her feet slightly as she enjoys her own snack.

" I am studying Illustration and Literature. " she nods slowly. " I want to one day have my own series of children's books. But if not that, I'm also taking business and economics in case I instead just take over my dad's shop."

Usually he wasn't one for candy, sweets, any of that. He was a dark chocolate guy, if anything, but maybe he needed this. "Mmm. Is it like, instant or does it take a couple of minutes?" He questions, smiling at her playfully.

"Ah." He nods his head and gives a soft chuckle. "Both, technically. I'm going to be a doctor." He tells her. "More science, but definitely quite a bit of math involved." And he loves it, truthfully. "What about you?"

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❝ Toes, claws, I even shrink down in size.❞ A bit of a colorful description but one thing about Grace is she likes stories. Creating them, reading them, the whole nine-yards.

She takes his hand back and shakes her head. ❝ Coming from, killing some time before my next. So what are you studying here? ❞ She looks him over and thinks on it. ❝ I want to speculate math or science.❞

"A goblin, huh? Sounds like quite the transformation." Conrad peeled the wrapper a little more and took a bite of the candy bar. "A couple of seconds later, once the bite is chewed and swallowed, he offered a small smile. "Conrad Fisher, nice to meet you, Grace." He shook her outstretched hand. "You headed to class?" Thankfully he had a couple of hours between and he had time to grab a quick bite, more than the candy bar that was given to him.

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❝ 𝐻𝑒𝑦, 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑜𝑘𝑎𝑦. 𝑊𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠. When I do I turn into a little goblin. Probably worse.❞ Grace shrugs her shoulders but offers Conrad a smile. ❝ You're welcome. ❞ she doesn't ask anymore questions on what it is if he isn't hangry.

Sometimes you just need something sweet. It helps with the serotonin.

❝ I'm Grace, by the way. ❞ she offers him her hand. ❝ Grace Frei.❞

Hangry? HIM? Never. . . Okay, maybe every once in a while. Sassy Conrad trumped Hangry Conrad, usually. "Thanks." He told her before taking the Snickers and opening it up. "And before you say I'm hangry again, I'm not. I'm just - - - thanks for the candy bar."

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❝ 𝐿𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑎 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑎𝑔.❞ Grace reaches in, shifts about before pulling out the spoken of candy bar and handing it over to Conrad. ❝ You know what they say, you're not you when you're hangry. ❞

storminmyveins The best I can do right now is a snickers bar ?

"Do you have it on hand?" A brow rose and a hand extended expectantly. "Don't offer if you can't come through."

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𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 , a theme to read when she felt her loneliness wondering if such a thing could truly exist. Then she met him. Their road was not the easiest to travel, but Grace learned long ago that things you want and even things you need never come easy. They have their trials and tribulations but at the end of the day they conquer it together. They hold each other up and they make sure to find the light no matter the dark tunnels they travel through. And they often find it in each other.

Grace leans her head against his and smiles. ❝ In the world, huh? ❞ she asks, teasing happily. ❝ And you make me the happiest woman in the world... I love you, Lewis Nixon. The best husband a woman could ask for. ❞

𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝑵𝒊𝒙𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒔𝒕, a path to recover what he once believed irretrievably lost, an escape from the chains of his lingering resentment and ingrained skepticism. By her side, he's forsaken the bitter taste of his once cherished liquor; there’s no longer a desire to dull his senses, not when every moment with her is one he wishes to experience fully, to savor with unguarded sensibility. Her influence paints his world with hues of lightness and impromptu joy, offering a vivid counterpoint to the darkened recollections of his time as a soldier and the years without her — memories he chooses to leave unspoken, unacknowledged. After all, why dwell in past sorrows when the present offers a treasure so precious, so enduring ? A treasure that seamlessly knits the fragmented pieces of his being into a cohesive whole.

As their dance slows, dwindling to a gentle sway, he draws her closer, guiding her hand to rest over the steady beat of his heart. Under the dim glow of the parking lot's lights, his eyes, dark yet unmistakably alight with an inner fire, lock onto hers, onto the beauty of his wife, seeing nothing but her, feeling nothing but the overwhelming swell of emotion she evokes within him. ❝ You make me the happiest man in the world, you know that ? ❞ he whispers, his voice a soft, earnest murmur.