Finally, after so much time of false hopes and lost times... It had happened.
Their burdened souls now felt themselves rest in victory.
His exposure to so many months of research and hard work had now reached twilight.
...
He felt light, at peace.
That blind-minded man had finally snapped back to reality.
He would never come back.
...
There they waited, the moon and the stars... Positioned below the fragmented dome.
The ash particles set the scene for the disaster...
And the silence inside the place welcomed a new second of peace.
...
Spengler admired from her place on the pillar... With narrowed eyes, the silhouette of the young woman in the distance.
Standing next to Venkman, arms raised in the air, they waved in sync to the throng of people at the foot of the exhibit.
The darkness shadowed his features, dimmed the proud expression on his features...
The constant screams reached unbearable decibels, the joy within the ghostbusters could not be greater.
The translucent and dreamy environment represented a great achievement for the company.
And it also meant a tide of future conflicts... Such an exuberant burden.
However, within the celebration, there was no room for disagreement.
Spengler was silent, his mouth curved into a faint smile.
The rest of him was found within the joy in others...
...
“This has come to an end, the work is not done yet. Vigo has been defeated...”
“We made it... Y/n...”
...
~~~
Inside the station, on the confines of the second floor, as much and/or as the other Ghostbusters were working on making preparations for the upcoming celebration.
A great feast made up of food variables, dedicated just for them.
And distributed in their posts, immersed in their tasks, the group excitedly maneuvered their materials.
...
Y/n had been assigned to the seasoning of the food, Egon kept an eye on the cooking inside the oven and chopped the vegetables and meat into segments.
Ray was in charge of doing the cleaning and next to him, Winston helped polishing the cutlery.
Peter, for his part... She kept the task of overseeing his place at the table.
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The celebration was destined due to the experience of the new year and the new victory against the ghostly tycoon.
A new break for the group, a tiny escape from reality...
~~~
When the celebration began, the food was spread all over the table... It was necessary to add the pool table due to the extension of the saucers...
...
They were not treated as great asanas or gastronomic wonders... However, they were basic and simple foods obtained from the store.
And within the simplicity, the union abounded... The conjunction that resulted in a home.
And here they were, enjoying a feast, the product of what they sacrificed. Together, as a family.
~~~
Y/n, from the sight of him... he could tell how the gaze of each of his friends was filled with calm... Away from the tired frowns and complaints that were usually shared.
And from there, his eyes fell on the scientist.
He took the fork between his fingers, analyzed it, brought it close to his nose for a few seconds, arched an eyebrow and finally, after a moment, consumed it.
Always, he seemed to savor his food with impressive calm. Mostly linked to subtle comments.
...
His eyes fixed on each other. Egon's eyebrows rose, chewing on his food as he looked at him expectantly.
Y/n he shook his head, in false annoyance. Even so, he put no effort to prevent the soft smile that formed on his lips...
And the celebration continued, mostly silent.
Accompanied a few moments by the anecdotes shared between Ray, Peter and Winston.
How long had it been impossible for them to enjoy a moment like this? Without the presence of alarms and incessant screams.
Without worrying about the well-being of others in the face of nervous colitis, without constant fatigue and endless migraines... Without excessive calls or arduous assignments.
Without the presence of the collector. No existing lawsuits, nor the need to travel to court to sign for damages and debts.
It had been so long... Years since that last time...
And so it would remain, for once in its existence.
It struck 12, and when the minutes were up Ray stood up raising a fist in the air...
-"Happy New Year to all! Victory is ours!"
And all followed the example of the man. They toasted, chatted and spent the night in the company of everyone, while the night came to an end.
...
~~~
At the end of the celebration, tired and satisfied, the Ghostbusters left their posts in order to return to their rest.
However, both Y/N and Egon remained outside their room, standing in front of the balcony.
With almost no exchange, both lay inert on the railing. Watching the step below them.
The feeling of peace still stirred within Y/N. It was strange for her to experience it for so long, without being thrown into panic or haste or frustration.
Supported by the side of a soft, plush cloth, Egon kept him at her side.
The steam emanated by the scientist gave the warmth that the cold environment removed.
In a comforting embrace, the need for touch washed over them.
But patience was always rewarded.
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-"You know... This represents a great gift for me..."
...
Y/N remained silent.
-“I am aware that you noticed the atmosphere inside the room” “I am... Quite grateful...”
...
Y/N turned to him, unperturbed.
He tilted his head, and a firm smile spread across his face.
Deep inside her, she understood the scientist's difficulty in speaking. To deepen her with essence in her words.
She understood it clearly and lucidly, because she herself experienced such a complication.
It was one of the reasons why the little moments were so pleasant. There was no need for incessant words and long, excruciating talk.
...
Silently, she took Egon by the arms. She looked at him, with fascination and warmth… So strange…
Her right hand slid over her shoulder, reached for his neck, and finally rested on her cheek.
Egon just watched.
She did not have the momentary ability to understand the complexity of his emotions...
Though he knew he loved, he loved with all of her heart. Yes, with her hearty assent.
She loved.
...
And that was the only reason why, she allowed herself to get close to you. Take you by the hands, smile at you. And just... wait...
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Their foreheads together, her breath mingling.
The racing heart and that feeling of the heart...
-"You know I love you, right?"
...
-“Technically, the human being has not been able to experience love within the total context of the word...”
Her nose brushed his. The closeness grew...
– “I love you, and that is enough and nothing more”
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The breadth of Egon's smile spread.
-“Love is not just about loving and already... its roots converge in the complex, in the mutual experience...”
With each word, the two of them grew closer and closer.
...
-"Love you..."
Her lips met, moved slowly, each movement calculated by the elder.
Every shock absorbed by your smile.
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The kiss was light, it was loving and longing.
As they parted, they both looked at each other.
...
Her gaze expressed every unspoken word.
Your look expressed every thought without exhausting...
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Embraced, on the shelter of both and the feeling so unfamiliar. Both you and Egon pronounced in unison...
