KYLE’S POV:
I’ve been crying my heart out as Selena embraces me to keep my sanity. Haunting things keep on jogging around my mind, all things about Ali.
I have even come to a point where I could consider the idea that the King once told me earlier. That he should erase my memories and never remember anything about them anymore. I believe that would be the only way to relieve the pain I’m feeling. I believe that is the only way to stop myself from going insane. I believe that is the only way to forget about Ali for the rest of my life.
But my heart is cursing my brain repeatedly. My heart is stopping my brain from thinking about it and is screaming to me that I should just make those memories my stepping stones to being better.
But how can I do it? When all the happiness I show every day is because of Ali? He’s the source of all of it. and now that he’s gone, it feels like I don’t want to live any longer.
Every minute with Ali is the best part of my life, after Mom died. Since childhood, he was my anchor. Not until we’re separated for six long years when I was 10.
I wish our separation for this instance would just mean a couple of years. But no. This time, it’s forever. All because he needs to fulfil his responsibility as the lone prince. And get married to someone their own specie.
I can’t even dare imagining him marrying someone else. It’s hurting me more. Like the sharpest shards of glasses and knives are stabbing my lonely heart all in one throw.
“I can’t let him go!” I scream inside my heart.
Suddenly, I feel a gust of wind waking me up to reality and the portal soon open revealing my love.
Kneeling and my eyes drenched in tears, Selena helps me get up and I look at Ali with pleading eyes.
“Why are you here?” I ask as I try to sound angry while my voice is shaky. It is pretty obvious that I’ve been crying for minutes.
He stands there, his face almost fine of healing, his eyes sad, his lips flat. “Kyle,” he utters softly.
He walks closer to me and embraces me in his tightest and warmest hugs which break my heart even harder.
I embrace him tighter than he does and I weep all the aching I’ve been feeling after I decided to let him go. I feel like I was ten years-old again, and I was saying goodbye to him the first time we met.
My embraces could mean, “I’m never letting you go” or “I want to hug you the tightest I can before I could never see you again”. Perhaps, it could mean both.
This is a slow death for me. The slowest death that I can ever experience.
“Kyle,” he calls me with his softest, calmest voice but I can hear a shake in it. “Stop crying now, okay?”
Now I know that he’s tearing up as well.
We break the hug and though my eyes are blurry due to tears piling up on my eyes, I can notice that his eyes are in a light shade of red.
He wipes the tears under my eyes and I continue for the rest as he tries to give me a smile.
Oh how I love that seductive, bright smile from you, Ali. And I’m going to miss it, too. So much. Hope I can cherish all of these now. I know this will be the heaviest baggage I’ll carry back to the city but I’m willing to lift all of them if it means carrying your memories with me.
He then holds my hands and looks at me straight in my eyes.
I try to look at his eyes straight, too, but I can’t keep myself from crying. I can’t keep from stopping the waterfalls that’s behind my eyes.
With his hands holding in mine, I raise it high enough for me to wipe my tears again.
“W-what. . . w-what are. . . you doing h-here, Ali?” I try to say it straight but I was sniffling and my throats filled with so much crying.
I want to punch both of my fists in his chest. Just to lessen even just a bit of my burden. I want to repeatedly force my hands in pounding his chest but I can’t. I can’t hurt him. He’s too precious to me.
Why are you making this harder for me, Ali?
“For you, Kyle,” he answers and again, it makes me cry more.
“I want to let you know that I have talked with Father about converting and. . .”
He isn’t even finished yet, but I interrupted him.
“No, no, no, Ali. . . You must not convert. . .” I say in between crying.
“You’re the prince. They need you. I think you should find someone else that won’t destroy your laws. Go marry a fairy of fireflies as well.”
It’s hard for me to say it but I know that is what should be.
“No, Kyle,” he answers quickly. “I will never find someone else aside from you. I promised that, didn’t I?”
Yeah, he did. And he always keeps his promises.
“I have made an agreement with Father,” he says softly. “Listen to me, okay?”
I nod to him in response as I sniffle.
“I was trying all my best to let him accept my decision of converting but he will never ever make me do it.”
I already know it, Ali. . .
“I told him that if he wants me to be the prince and to be the future king, he should let me choose you, Kyle as my wife. We fought, it took us some time to discourse things out. . . until. . . until. . . he agreed.”
It feels like my breathing stops and fireworks explode dramatically inside me when I hear he said the word ‘agreed’. My heart smiles and it somehow translates in my eyes and lips that I feel another round of tears starting to pour again.
I can’t understand the pounding of my chest, the pounding of my heart. This is a roller-coaster ride. This is an adventure I never expected. I never anticipated. This is a chapter I thought is the end but, when I open my eyes after a few more minutes, the author decided to make a sequel.
“He agreed for you to be my wife, Kyle, but he also made his own condition,” he continues quite sadly.
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(COMPLETED) BRIGHTWIN and NAMON BL • MY FIREFLY PRINCE
عاطفيةAli (Bright Vachirawit), the Prince of Fireflies, lives in the woods just behind a mortal's home. It is the only house located in the area. He never expected in his immortal lifetime to meet a human; Being friend with him even. Kyle Aster (Win Meta...
