He'd gone beyond his player ways for her.
She'd grown beyond her traumatic past for him.
Together, their love was beyond.
Until one fatal accident.
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When she loses the love of her life in a car crash, Althea has nothing left in California...
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*ALTHEA'S POV*
October 11, 2023.
The words slipped from me, like the stewed peaches, the yogurt, the soup, every item on the tray... and my sanity. All ending with a shatter of metal and glass on the floor when I lifted my gaze and caught sight of the mysterious Mr. Robot.
It wasn't a monster. It wasn't a mystical creature. It was something more surreal: two eyes of an otherworldly jade green, which I could have recognized among a thousand, which I knew the millions of different shades, which I'd had to remind myself a billion times I would never see it again—No, no, no.
I shook my head like a maniac, as it was the only explanation. I was going crazy.
Yet if my thoughts were spinning in every possible direction, through the blur, those green eyes appeared too clearly, letting me read the ironically haunted look in them. As if he had seen a ghost.
Maybe I'd died? That could have explained why my muscles were stiffening into freezing marble, if it hadn't been for the strong thuds crashing against my ribcage and every part of me.
I was all too aware of every painful sensation in my body, every thought in my mind, and it was all too much.
"Althea, push out the tensions." The command made me realize I hadn't been breathing through all of this, a shallow sigh loosening my heavy ribcage before I... "Pull in the air. Push out the tensions. Pull in the air..."
My chest rose and fell to the rhythm of the toneless robotic voice, my body soon following, along with the swirl of my thoughts, the bangs in my chest, and even the world because when the repeat stopped, the earth did too.
It didn't matter though, because I focused only on these hypnotizing green eyes diving into me... on the brown strand shadowing them, as long as the first time I'd met him, although the rest of his messy hair didn't look styled and gelled like then... on those soft rosé lips twisted in the same grimace he always made when I cooked sauteed broccoli... on a new three-days stubble accentuating the angles of the jaw I'd loved to kiss... Only him.
He was there, and I was too.
For an instant, as we stared at each other, and I breathed the hints of musk permeating the air, it was the only thing that existed.
