You are the sultan of my heart, you could cut my life with your teeth and i'd kiss the loose ends of it. But how can I die knowing that i'll never be forgiven by you? I never forgave myself for not being forgiven by you.
"Don't let him cut the damned rope." she screamed as loud as the expansion of her lungs, he saw her lungs crawl at the tip of her tongue, begging please, to save her the way she saved him. But this wasn't the case, a fairytale never the way it starts, just because she saved him from drowning doesn't mean he won't drown her; let alone have her die out of hunger on a deserted island.
"I thought you'd dive deeper for me," he whispered underneath his breath, dug the gun into the man's waist, continue what you started and cut the rope, she can't swim. "You can't swim Unela. I want you to wait for me, why can't you do me a simple favour?"
"My simplest favour is dying for you, isn't that enough?" she roared, reaching the end. Her hand rested on the brink, fighting for her life as the man on the ship tried to cut off her wrist. The man looked like an amateur fighter, he couldn't keep up with Unela's speed. It took her a moment to breath his air and take over his life, she snatched the knife away and twisted it through heart, making him drop dead. "I should've expected that," she said, feeling the heat of the gun from afar. He had it all along, Ward's gun.
"But i kept convincing myself you wouldn't betray me, not after what you've screamed at the top of your lungs. You said that you loved me and i tried to believe it, i tried to believe it even though all I heard was how much you hated me. You don't love me because I'm not the person you thought I was, more like the person you wanted me to be. The person you wanted, your flesh and bone, is dead. And i killed her, but that doesn't mean I won't die for you. Kill me, shoot me, throw me off this ship but don't pretend that you love me so much that you're going to leave me here." she breathed out, her eyes focused on the gun. "Just because your father didn't want your love doesn't mean someone else didn't crave it."
He tightened his grip on the trigger, caressed it roughly, searching for electricity; a sound that would push him to pull the trigger and watch the bullet run through her. To drop dead the way Ward did, to seek revenge for Dune, his sole love of his life. Dune, who died upon Ward's command and Unela's greed. No one knew Dune better than Rafe, no one saw the glitter in her eyes the way he did when he looked into her eyes. Dune, whom he contemplated her existence because he refused to believe she was real. Dune who pushed him into the gates of darkness and promised him to come back, broke her promise.
Unela, on the other hand, not only turned Ward's wish into a command but pulled him out of the devil's pond. She lit candles and rinsed his clothes from the inked water, kissed his forehead until his temperature toned back to normal. She danced with him when Dune snickered at the idea of dancing; She created a society he could feel safe in without having to run from Paradise, and when nothing felt safe around them anymore, she held his hand and they escorted themselves out. Unela showed him what it feels like to be awake when everyone's blind, she pulled him out of his cocaine addiction and yet, he lied to the moon by telling that he was willing to sacrifice it all for her.
"Remember the night you arrived to Outerbanks? right after your little quarrel with that Pogue?" he said, walking towards her. The closer he was near her the deeper the ship sank into the sea. The moment she's supposed to walk backwards, she dug her feet into the ground, standing tall. Of course she remembered, it was the day she watched rivers of glitter pour down JJ's cheeks, and hers too. The day she doubted whether to regret coming back or not, the day she lead the way to hell's gate. It was the day she had every ounce of power and confidence to pull a gun on him and say;
"Fear me, country club." he said, repeating exactly what she said the day she came back. "We're classic together like the faces of the moon, you thought I'd drop on my knees for you, but darling you saw me kill the devil with my own hands. If anyone should fear anyone, it should be you, my sweet valentine." he said as he breathed her air, marking his territory by gliding the gun along her thigh and the scar he gave her, her stomach and the bruise he created from claiming her as his. The eye of the gun rested on her collarbones, sucking gently as they held eye contact for eternity. "When will you learn how to listen to me?"
Breathing in, he killed the space between them by slitting its throat. He brushed his lips against her ear while she rested her hand on her bicep, pushing him away. I'm not falling for his games anymore, she thought. "I think I've been listening to your heart all this time, because if I was listening to your mind, it wouldn't have weighed on your conscience. But my love, I can't listen to two wicked minds at the same time, and even if I could, I would've stuck to listening to your heart. I refuse to believe the person who liked my mouth wide open wants me to shut up now, what did change overnight?"
His mouth fell agape, his eyes opened wide, his irises sucked onto the darkness of the sea and claimed it its own. The last thing he expected to hear from her, maybe he feared her indeed. Since when a man admits his wrongs through?
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COUNTRY CLUB
Fanfiction"Before you could break my heart, it'll be at your step, in pieces, right before you know it." Dune lives with several identities, one of them gave up the ghost, smeared Dune's hands in blood. Dune, is that her real name? What does she have to hide...
