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For him, the whole world was on fire except her.
And he didn't let a single flame touch her.
For her, she herself was on fire.
And she protected the whole world from her flames.
Especially him.
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Living with the demons of her past who...
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RHEA'S POV
Just because your blood flow stops does not mean you are dead.
Just because you stop breathing does not mean you are dead.
Just because the world had stopped does not mean it's the end.
In fact, the flow of blood stopped, I forgot how to breathe and in that exact moment, I never felt more alive.
I have kissed and touched a fair amount of guys but all of them were a constant reminder of how I was burying my lifeless body under meaningless sex and nothing but lust. Maybe, it's because my heart had been taken away from someone else. No, not 'maybe' he actually did. Damien did take my heart when he left and for three horrible years I was left without one but when his lips touched against mine, the little bites that catch me off guard and the way his tongue slides into my mouth claiming the dominance just felt like he put my heart back in place. When we pulled away it didn't take seconds to make me feel empty again but what was more superior than that was how alive I felt.
I have read many romantics and I could consider myself a hopeless romantic too. I'm a big believer in romanticism but I never had hope about it. I would read love stories about non-existent people and think 'good for them,' because deep down I knew the bitter truth. Real-life does not have happily ever afters and I learnt that the hard way. For these seventeen years of life, I knew that my happily ever after ended the day my innocence was taken away from me. I was so hell-bent on the fact that I was broken forever that I did nothing to fix it. I left my wounds open and by the time those wounds infected my whole body.
His arms are wrapped around me telling me that he always got me but, they tell something else. The way he holds makes me feel like he inserted that hope I lost. It's like he's slowly covering up my wounds.
We had stayed in each other hold for hours I could say. It was complete silence but yet so loud. Constantly he plants kisses on my head and that's when I knew I wasn't dreaming. And, at this exact moment, I feel like my happily ever after did not end. In fact, it just started.
"What's going on in your pretty little mind?" Damien mumbled above my head.
"You never told me how the polaroid connected the story?" I asked looking up at him.
"That polaroid was the only reason that kept me going after I left"
"Why did you have to leave and fuck everything up?"
"Trust me Rhea leaving to my father was the biggest mistake I did in my entire life. I was dumbfoundedly hoping that meeting my father and knowing him would fix everything, that I could've been a better person for you and my mother. So, I left in hopes to be fixed but he sent me back way more broken than before. He played a part in giving birth to a complete fucking war and left. At least, I got to know whose qualities I conquered"
