Chiara's mistake was talking to him for the first time, Jasper's mistake was confessing the truth to her.
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Chiara led a monotonous and uneventful life until she met the enigmatic Jasper...
This chapter contains descriptions of physical violence and crime.
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With my eyes fixed on the glittering sky, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for being able to share that moment with him.
The way he caressed my skin, the softness of his voice as he whispered sweet nothings in my ear, and the warmth of his lips on mine all seemed like fragments of a perfect dream. Our dream. It was as if the universe had conspired to bring us together in that very moment, and nothing else mattered. Time stood still as we were lost in the beauty of the starry night, lost in our own world of love and bliss.
As he wrapped his arms around me, I felt his body heat radiating and his heartbeat drumming against my chest. In that moment, I knew that I was exactly where I was meant to be, safe and loved in his embrace.
The surrounding sights and sounds began to fade away as we lost ourselves in each other's company. It felt like time had stopped and we were in our own little universe, where nothing else mattered except the warmth and comfort we shared. I wished that moment could last forever.
But even though the world around us was beautiful, I couldn't shake the feeling of danger. Something was off, something didn't fit. I began to think about the strange sense of fear that had piled up inside my brain, and even though Jasper was able to stop it for a while, it came back even stronger.
As I lay there holding him, I couldn't help but feel pura, absolute, overwhelming love. I gazed down at his peaceful face, his eyelashes resting softly on his cheeks, and couldn't help but worry that he might disappear, like a dream that fades away upon waking.
But then, as if sensing my unease, he stirred and opened his eyes.
I held him close, his arms wrapped around my body. I felt the steady rise and fall of his chest with each breath. The warmth of his embrace filled me with a calmness once again, and I couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment of peace I so much needed. I cherished every second we spent together, specially since that intense feeling kept making me doubt when we would be able to be like that again.
Despair washed over me like an ice-cold waterfall. I couldn't hold back a small cry, even though I tried my best to keep it together. The thought of letting go was unbearable, and I held him as tight as I could, with all the strength in my body and then some more. It was as if the world had come crashing down on me, and I was left with nothing but my pain and heartache. Something was going to happen, our perfect bubble was going to shatter.
I wished I could hold onto him forever.
"Hey," he said, his voice soft and warm. "What's going on?"
But we both knew exactly what was happening.
"I just wish we could stay like this for a little longer, that's all."
I didn't have to explain to him that I felt a sense of urgency, that we couldn't afford to waste any more time. As I spoke, a sharp pain began to grow in my chest, intensifying with every passing moment.
