𝗣𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗸 ─── 𝗔𝗹𝗲𝘅 𝗧𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗿 ༄‧₊˚ (EDITING)

𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

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I FELT AT PEACE STANDING IN THAT ROOM. Despite things still lacking order around the place, I couldn't help but smile at the upcoming.

The sun crept through the blackout shades when I opened them. All I could see when I turned to gaze out that window was a happy neighborhood.

A modest, white house with a front yard surrounded by small trees and bushes. Children were laughing as they ran across the yard. Even through the glass, I could sense the children's happiness as their father grinned down at them.

I grinned to myself and moved a little closer to the window. The house was empty except for the sound of boxes slamming. I kept looking at the package that was perched on the top shelf.

As my hands couldn't get to it, I looked for a chair I knew I had just seen. When I saw it, I took off the clear plastic that was covering it and dragged it so I could tread on it and possibly reach the box.

Even though the shelf was still too high, I could now reach out and possibly drag the box to the edge. When I haphazardly reached for it, the box came off, spilling pieces of paper all over my head and the ground.

I gently jumped out of the chair and knelt down to take the papers out of my hair. My eyes grew softer as I grasped one after realizing what they were.

The tiny white sheets of paper had been scrawled in a familiar handwriting. Too common. Its magnificence had once caught my attention. Very naturally sophisticated.

I started reading, but there was very nothing to read. My name was scrawled on each and every one of the blank spaces. Together with a few other adjectives I'd heard a few times.

But then I stared at a stack of papers. They appeared to be the pages of a notebook that had been ripped out. I grabbed the first one and scanned it carefully.

It was a song. With that ability of lyricism, I knew exactly who had written these. The words touched my soul in ways I would never be able to feel again.

However, I didn't need to hear 'I love you' when I had just read at least a million ways of saying it without actually saying it. And that would always be more than enough.

My eyes caught a familiar sight. I looked through the stack of papers and discovered some Polaroids. Not just any Polaroids, but the ones I never imagined I'd get the possibility perceive again.

I could feel the electric currents emanating from them because of their intense vitality. The look of love. I was able to focus solely on that.

The footsteps behind me brought me back to reality. I wiped the tears I didn't even feel spilling from my eyes on my white shirt.

"You wrote songs about me?" I questioned with a strained voice, turning around as I displayed the pictures on my hands.

"Well, you wrote a book about me. And you know, I had to return the favor somehow" He shrugged, kneeling down beside me.

He placed his fingers on the piece of paper I was holding, examining the lyrics once again. "These have been with me through it all. Not just through the worse, but the best too"

"I believe that if you look through these just enough, you'll find the first one I wrote about you. Which was the night after we met"

"Gosh Elaine, I just don't know what it is about you. I can never draw myself away from you. And I do like to be alone, but I'd rather be alone with you"

"Not just me now" I smiled warmly, and he returned it, looking down at Arabella. His eyes contained that same sparkle since the first second she opened hers.

"You gave me everything I could ask for. You gave me this one thing that has always been precious to me even when I didn't have it, and I could just dream of it"

"You heard all my hopes and goals for the future and I don't know, maybe you wrote them down to make them come to life one day"

"Life makes sense now. I can finally feel I belong somewhere. And you two are the reason why"

"She's got your eyes" I whispered, caressing her pale cheeks as she cooed.

"Yes, but she has her mother's heart and she's damn lucky to have it" Alex said.

I allowed my head to drop on his shoulder. We both stared into the mess of papers and photos on the floor. How our lives had become all about each other in just one year would forever be a mystery to us. But we liked to keep it that way.

"Look at me again" He murmured and I did so "

"And please don't ever stop. Not for a minute. Because this is it. This is what we've wanted all along despite the arguments and disputes we've had to cut our way through. Just as you said, it was a learning experience. We're stronger now, okay? I meant it when I said nothing was ever going to hurt you. I'll make it my life's purpose to protect you, and keep you in our world"

"And when it comes to my personality..." His tone was different, more lighthearted.

"We'll work on it, together. We've got forever to do it"

"Right, our forever"

"Let's start there, shall we?"

"We shall"

And we did. Always with each other by our side, and a love that would always prevail no matter the speed that the years flew by at.