Nothing else existed. Not the cold night air or the creepy, unsettling wood. The gala and all the beautiful people dancing and laughing had vanished completely, along with Shaniqua, and Vince, and Nevi, and Cavendish. There was only the two of them; Airlia and Victor and this moment, one Airi still couldn't believe was real.

It felt like ages since the last time they'd kissed, it had really only been a month ago, but a month was a long time to go without Victor's ever cool touch, and the taste of his mouth. She loved his hands, loved the way they pressed into her through the fabric of her golden dress, and his tall, lean body, the way it fit so well against her own... It was perfect, he was perfect and Airlia still couldn't believe he loved her. He was just so very exceptional, with his impossibly blue eyes that saw through everything as easily as you could see through water, and his smooth, richly deep voice that could calm just as easily as it could agitate, and the way he handled even the worst of situations (like being arrested) with a cool, and level head...

And then there was this side of Victor that Airlia only seen glimpses of; the side of him that would take time from his life to actually quell a silly rumor, just because it had seemed to trouble her and he'd needed to "Do something about it." That small kindness had meant so much to her, more than she'd ever really admitted.

Victor needn't have worried about Airlia turning away, the girl wasn't going anywhere, she was far too caught up in the revelation of his feelings for her and the discovery of her own, to think of leaving. The doubt of before was not completely erased, no that would take more time, and much effort on his part to truly erase all the damage done, but at this moment, Airlia was content to just be and let her instincts take control for once.

As Victor gently removed his lips from her own, Airi stared up at him, taking in his features with searching eyes. And then she saw it; the honest need and.... Affection in his blue eyes and it left her even more breathless than the kiss.

Trust, yes, she'd trust him again, Airi decided, as he took her hand in his. Because even after everything he had put her through, he was Victor and that was reason enough to let him back in... "Okay," Airi said, unable to say anything else as Victor began to lead them out of the forest, leaving a comatose and tear stained Rob forgotten on the snowy ground.