Aurelia's Diary- November 5th, 2021
Dear Diary,
The sun hadn't risen yet, the darkness enveloping us without a speck of light. The ocean breathed, the surface rising and falling and it crashed against the shore. The waves became it's pulse, the echo of the souls it kept safe in its cradle of brine. The snowflakes took its dance in the icy air, pure water made all the more beautiful by its crystalline form. The cold still seeped through the doors cracks, a chill whirling throughout the car. Even with the heater trying to warm us up, a chill rushed onto my skin.
Checking my phone, the time read 6am. Harry was still beside me, snoring softly and I felt ease with him close to me. With his presence, warmth radiated off his body which allowed me to feel safe beside him. I turned over, turning the little light above me and rested my hand under my head, admiring him. He looked so handsome, like a Greek sculpture.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer," he mumbled. His eyes remained closed, his hair falling onto his forehead and with that scare, my heart nearly jumped from my chest. Lord, talk about a jumpscare.
"Harry, you didn't need to scare me!" I whisper-shouted, my eyes widening and he lightly chuckled. His eyes fluttered open, his pale green irises adjusting to the small light. "Go to sleep, we have half an hour before the sun rises, baby," I whispered, reaching over and gently pushing his hair from his eyes.
"Fall asleep with me," he mumbled. His eyes fluttering closed and I smiled slightly. He looked so at ease with the world asleep, not threatening to hold us hostage.
"I want to watch the sunrise, I can't sleep," I whispered, grabbing his hand. His hand was smooth and warm under my touch and with his gentle graze, it sent butterflies swirling in my stomach. "Go to sleep, babe. I'm here," I continued.
"I'm fine, I'm awake now," he mumbled groggily and his eyes fluttered open. He pulled the seat forward slowly and looked out into the horizon, the sun beginning to rise. After the blackness of night, the star rose on the horizon, spreading its gold in every direction. It comes in the way that natural forces do, needing not invitation yet feeling its welcome. The light is it's gift, bold and free, for anyone who cares to open their eyes in the dawn and watch the world awake. This is our sun, a fire ignited to bring warmth to creation and inspire us to seek our own beauty within.
"It's beautiful," I whispered, feeling the warmth of the sun ignite onto my skin. I glanced over to Harry, gazing into the distance and he nodded slightly. "This is your cue to say 'just like you'," I encouraged and his eyebrows rose, glancing over to me.
"You really need an ego boost, don't you?" He said, smirking. Unable to hold it anymore, a grin plastered against my lips, the warm feeling swirling within the pit of my stomach.
"A compliment never hurt anyone. And what's wrong with my man spreading some love?" I sarcastically added. He rolled his eyes, smirking, knowing damn well how ridiculous I sounded.
He leaned over and looked into my eyes. His pale green irises caught my breath but I tried to play it off, showing that I wasn't affected. His hand rested against my cheek, whispering, "Just like you," unable to stop the smile from tugging against his lips.
"Now you just ruined the moment! I can't even take you serious anymore!" I exclaimed, huffing and falling back onto my chair. "I was just teasing, I know I'm beautiful," I said as I glanced over to a laughing Harry falling back onto his seat.
"You're one hell of a type, angel. I don't know how I got stuck with you," he said, the smile still plastered against his lips and I rolled my eyes in annoyance. "Aw, did I hurt your feelings?" He asked as he reached over. His hand pinched my cheek, trying to get me to lighten up. It certainly was working though.
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