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Caelums Pov.

What is love supposed to feel like?

Does it feel like her slender and freshly kissed fingertips brushing across your cheek?

Does it feel selfless and inviting?

Does it make you feel like nothing else exists?

Love has only felt like a burden to me. My love was never enough.

Love was never encouraged, it was frowned upon.

'Of course I love you. I feed you, clothe you, I put a roof over your head.'

Drunken kisses with no meaning. Girlfriends that only wanted me to help them rise in popularity.

That didn't feel like love. It felt like being used. It felt like resentment. It felt like they didn't want a child.

They wanted a reason to complain.

True love is honest, it's kind, it's warm, it's dazzling.

Books taught me what love was supposed to feel like.

Love is supposed to be delightful, not boastful.

Love is supposed to make you feel worthy, and accepted.

Love is vulnerable and patient.

I have never felt love.

At least not true love.

Watching him press his lips to hers struck a nerve I didn't even know existed.

Fire coursed through my veins at an alarming speed, and she just laughed it off.

It wasn't funny.

I didn't know exactly what I was feeling, but I knew it wasn't good.

There's no way in hell that I'm jealous of some scumbag named Jake.

I'm not that insecure.

The way his hand reached to her cheek, and the smile that rested on her face after he kissed her.

Was that love?

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(SONG SUGGESTION: Somebody Else by The 1975 START WHEN YOU SEE THE ASTERISK)

Astras Pov.

Finally the longest day of my life ended.

I arrived at home a few hours ago. I cooked and cleaned for the kids.

We all sat on the couch watching Amaris' favorite movie. 'Coraline'.

It's a pretty good movie, I wish we had an other mother.

"You guys want some popcorn?" I ask.

"Yes please!" Amaris shouts out of excitement.

I dart my eyes over to Alden and he nods in agreement.

"Alright, just give me a minute."

I walk into the kitchen and grab the box of popcorn. I unwrap a bag and place it gently in the microwave. While pressing the button labeled 'Popcorn' on the number pad my phone vibrates in my sweatpants pocket.

Samaria should be working?

I grab my phone from my pocket and someone's calling me.

Not just someone, Caelum is calling me.

I answer.

"Hello?"

"Hey peach."

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