If We Ever Meet Again

24. The Confession

Xeria’s P.O.V

"This room is really different, and it is filled with your scent," Khaos says. Looking around my room, we have decided on staying with mom and dad for some days, and Potato is the happiest one with this decision.

"Do you have superhuman senses or what?" I ask in confusion because sometimes I really think he has.

"No, I just happen to have acute senses," he smirks, and he lays on the bed, resting his head on my lap.

"So, what did you and Mom talk about?" I ask, running my fingers through his soft hair.

"Nothing, just this and that," he replies, closing his eyes.

I really don't want to take his peace and quiet away from him, but it's now or some weeks from now.

"Willie is getting engaged," I mutter, and he opens his eyes and waits for me to finish my sentence.

"Yes, to Bertil, and that in a month." I complete the last piece of information, and he sighs and again closes his eyes.

"Ok, then we will attend, if we're invited," he says calmly. Well, I half-expected this type of response.

"Yes, it will be good to see a sweet engagement ceremony; not everyone gets this opportunity." I sigh, looking up at the ceiling.

"What do you mean?" he asks, getting up.

"What, aren't you the one who said, take this box and wear the ring? What do you expect me to go on one knee and propose to you?" I imitate him, and he stands up in front of me.

"Now what are you up to?" I ask him, rolling my eyes, completely uninterested.

"The box that I gave you on that day, where is it?" he asks me, looking around and searching for something.

"It must be around here," I reply, confused. Well, when I was shifting my things, I didn't take the box since I always wear the ring. I look for it, since he really wants to find the box.

"Here it is." I hold the box for him, picking it out of the nightstand's drawer.

"Thank you," he says, taking the box from my hand and giving me a small peck on my lips.

"The ring too," he indicates for me to take it off. I hand over the ring to him, and he keeps it inside the box.

Seriously, is he planning on doing what I think he is?

He sets his phone on the table so that he can record this. Very nice only he can think of doing something like this.

"Beryl," he says, getting on one knee.

Oh yes, he is exactly doing this. Please be less predictable, dear husband.

"Yes, Khaos," I chortle, keeping up the act, because he's really taking pride in this.

"I'm a dolt; I have always made you upset and angry because of my own selfishness. I have never taken your feelings into consideration; I only did what I felt was right; I lied to you and made you accept me, under not very ideal circumstances, and in return, you have only been nice to me; not once did you hurt me in any manner, but only supported me. When you yourself were in so much pain, saying all this right now, I realized how much of an idiot I'm and how all this is not right, but since the moment I saw you, since the moment you called me an old man, I found myself getting dragged towards you. I just want a chance to give it all to you. Will you give me that chance?" he confesses the whole thing without blinking, looking straight into my eyes.

Since I called him an old man, oh my, what type of love is this?

"You sound like a complete idiot. I'm sure when you see this video of yours, you will die of embarrassment," I chuckle, bending down to his level.

"It's my first time, and I'm trying," he mutters, and I see a shade of red creeping around his ears and cheeks.

"Ok, Ok, but there's something I need to tell you before that." I tuck the falling hair behind my ear and bend my knees in front of him.

"I have always been cooperative towards you and my parents; it's not that I'm gullible, but I can sense the intentions behind these decisions, so I go ahead with them, but I want to make sure that aside from all this, you have always been honest with me and never had any negative intentions," I ask and declare, looking at him, and on hearing my statement, he takes a deep breath.

"I have only planned and done things to make you mine, nothing less and nothing more," he answers, not wavering.

"Don't break my trust, Khaos, because that's the only thing I can't bear." I say, a lump forming in my throat, finally letting go of the last remaining piece of betrayal that Jake gave me.

Not that I still have any kind of feelings for him, but the pain of being betrayed by the person whom I once loved was deeply engraved on my heart, but with Khaos showing me a new ray of hope, it can now be erased completely.

"I won't," he says, and I can see the similar emotions in his eyes. He takes the ring out of the box and slips it on my finger with a smile filled with raw emotions.

"Thank you," he whispers, taking me into his embrace. After that, nothing was said, and we stayed in each other's embrace.

Thinking about where it all started, it all feels surreal, with me not wanting him but gradually accepting him, and from him being stubborn and unwavering to him gradually showing me his emotions, we moved forward.

Somewhere I still think that I am being swayed away by the rush of events, but if I hold onto things and stop, it won't change anything; the facts will remain facts. The only way to move forward is by accepting these facts.

Khaos is the storm I always wanted to stay away from, but by the time I realized it, I was already swept away by him.

I still don't know if it is love that we have between us, but every time I look into his eyes, I feel myself drowning in them. I don't want to escape; I want to stay, to fill the void he is left behind with and heal the wounds I have suffered in the process.

Surely, it's not only me who is filled with these thoughts, because when I look at him, I always feel like he's fighting with everything he has to make me feel happy and loved.