ANGEL
He infuriated me ever since our first encounter.
I admired his looks and patience he had while holding me hostage. But as the months followed up, our hate towards one another bloomed.
So much, that the ashes inside of me bloomed as well.
LUK...
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Dumb, dumb, dumb.
I repeat to myself as I pace back and forth through the whole house.
What have I done?
I shouldn't have told her, I knew she wouldn't take it well.
I love her, I do, but I should've given her more time. I know she has never dealt well with her emotions, she's always in conflict with herself and has allowed herself to only feel anger.
So I know, I should've waited until she started making peace with all the rest she feels, and I should've be there to help her through the process, not confuse it more.
My mouth should've stayed closed. I prefer Angel hating me rather than running from me. At least she hated me close.
And that's all I fucking need. Her close to me. Glaring or not.
I've walked around all the place, the resort, the waterfall...no sign of her.
We woke up late, but it's already getting dark outside, and nothing, no sign of Angel.
Fuck, I should've just content myself with the moments she allows me touch her, hold her, like tonight.
I should have given her more time.
"You're so fucking dumb, Lukas Moretti." I tug at my hair, frustration coating my veins.
But I'm getting worried, and I don't want to have her plot a way to get away from me.
I've dropped the L bomb, it was genuine, I meant it and I feel it, and there's no changing the past and turning back now, only thing I can and will do is reassure her.
Grabbing my black hoodie, I start walking to the resort again, trying to think of a place where she could be.
I've checked all the bedrooms, the boat, asked around for her, walked around the waterfall and practically the whole island.
Where is she?
I halt in my steps.
She'd want quiet, somewhere hidden.
The swing.
Of course.
I forgot that spot from all of the places.
Quickly heading to there, I try to be silent while walking through the sand, my feet getting engulfed by the coldness of it.
The sky is dark, starts starting to show up more and more as each second passes, the cold breeze allowing me to think.
Elektra is someone who has been through a lot, and I know for a fact she hasn't told me half of it.
But she has told me more than she has ever allowed herself to, so I know she trusts me.
