𝑴𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑺𝑨 𝑹𝑰𝑨𝑯𝑵𝑶 - was untouchable.
A self-made success, her grounds rebuilt and scars healed by herself, she was every man's dream. Her life was mapped out, every step calculated-until he happened.
The world knew him as a champion, one...
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CHĄPTER FIFTEEN
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"What do you know about love?"
My eyes instantly snap to the man in front of me as he turns around finally looking at my face.
I swallow down thickly and wait for him to come to his senses or whatever else because what on earth is that question.
Since he does no such thing but stares at me, his hunter hazel eyes serious, I realise he's actually waiting for an answer.
"What do you mean?" I question making sure he gets my confusion through my tone.
" I mean." He talks, beginning to make slow steps as he passes me by. "Tell me all the things you know about love." He sits himself down, leaning forward as he rests his forearms on his legs.
The way he's observing me and his eyes wander through the length of my body, then lock on my eyes have me grow nervous. I blink through it trying to avoid his gaze that's far more intimidating than I'd like it to be.
"You loved him didn't you." I instantly look at him and my chest tightens. "What was it like? To love someone. "
I once again swallow and this time around I look him straight in the eye. He got me where he wanted mentioning my love for Leo. He knows damn well I'm still going through it and I'd fall for his trap to make me talk when he brings that up.
My anxiety grows yet I somehow begin to answer.
" Loving someone is having a deep connection with them." I physically could tell I take him by surprise. He shifts making me aware his full attention is on me assuring me to continue. So I ignore my shutters and continue. "Love brings joy, yet at the same time vulnerability. It comes with caring for the person's happiness as much as your own, finding fulfillment just by their presence. It is both exhilarating and humbling, a mix of joy, fear, and sacrifice, but it's what makes life feel meaningful and complete."
His fingers brush on his freshly shaved chin as he waits for me to elaborate. So I do.
"It feels like giving them a part of your soul, a piece of yourself you never knew existed, only to realize how fragile it is when they're gone. It's the warmth of their presence filling your world, making everything seem brighter, until that light disappears and leaves behind an aching void. Love is intoxicating— so deeply intertwined that even the memory of happiness hurts. It's knowing you gave everything, only to wonder if it was ever enough."
Only by the time I've finished I feel the sensation of tears on my cheeks. I hate how easily he made me open up and get me in the vulnerable state I am right now. Maybe he did it on purpose, to humiliate me and get pleasure out of my own vulnerability.
My sobs break through and suddenly they're the only sound in the room. My heart, my head, my soul, everything hurts. I've been bottling it all up and telling myself I should be strong and don't let my emotions break me, but that's hardly possible anymore.
