[ Instead of letting panic take over, now that he knew they truly were floating in the air. Will took a deep breath in and held it for a moment. Tucking a long dark strand of her hair delicately behind her ear, so that he could bask in the light that shone from her face. She was beautiful. She reminded Will of Florence, of Botticelli's masterpieces. Primavera and The Birth of Venus especially. She belonged up there on the walls in paintings.

He laughed a little, breathless and soundless, the chuckle moved more so from his shoulders and chest at her confession. It was nice to know he had it in him to carry her away.

Will felt as if he could explode, how could such a great love be inside of him? How had he never let it out, how had he missed her without even knowing her? ]

I don't know anything about you and yet.. Yet I er- I know I know you. I don't- I eh, don't think I've ever been able to look at another person as long as I've looked at you.

[ Will actually blushed a little. It was faint but it was there none the less. And it was true! He struggled with eye contact, physical contact and being social in general, yet here he was, out floating above a frozen lake, staring lovingly into another's eyes. ]