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Chapter 4

The soft white-gold light of the fresh day roused me from my slumber. A warm and gentle sensation enveloped me, tranquility had been not been kind to me in recent days, however, it felt different this time, everything around me felt slow, fragile, and fair.

Why?

Then, I felt a masculine arm wrapped around my shoulder, and in an instant, my eyes drifted above. A beautifully structured face blessed my eyes. What a wonderful morning it was! Aiden's eyes were closed and his brown curls fell over his forehead, there was a slight gap between his lips as he sleeps with his back pressed on the headboard, my head was on his lap his fingers were tangled in my hair. He looked admirable.

Oh, is this why I felt so warm and serene?

It felt so blissful, I did not wish to seep from this enchanted reverie. For a few moments, my gaze never strayed from his countenance. He appeared weary but also handsome. I wondered if he was awake for the whole night, the exhaustion on his exterior apparently was the evidence.

My heart tugged.

Why did you break my trust, Aiden? We could so happy.

It was so easy to fall in love with him, he was everything I needed, I was always at the ease but then, he made everything so risky, now stepping a step ahead with him was evasive. I couldn't just trust him not to break my heart again.

I rose from the bed, carefully not disturbing his sleep, and advanced to the balcony which was affixed to my room. The cold air caressed my face as I stepped into the balcony, the sunlight was falling on the London city and producing a spectacular panorama. My head felt light, medicines and his care had executed incredible work of balancing my health.

Winds drifted like waves, seizing all the tension and stress from my body. My mind wandered over the certain person sleeping on my bed.

What he was doing here?

He said he came for me, but I couldn't believe him because he was selfish and he broke my trust. After meeting him, there was happiness deep inside but it didn't last, I couldn't forgive him for what he did, he may have come for me but he wouldn't be getting a piece of me again.

"Emerald! Emerald! Where are you?" A deep panicked voice rose from outward of the glass entrance, intruding on the quietude atmosphere and my thoughts.

" I am here!" I exclaimed, and in a blink, the door pushed open and he stood before me. His shoulders were tensed, as he gaze at me for a moment. Instantly, he pulled me against him. There was a wildness and a very strong desperation presence in his gaze, and before my brain could infer, his soft lips were placed on mine.

I stiffened.

Both hands clasped my face in a vice grip and he softly pushed me to the barricade for support. His lips fiercely moved with mine, but I didn't stop him. It felt fantastic, it felt buoyant, it felt wonderful...it made me feel alive. Slowly, I started to relax in his arms, my hand tangled into brown curls, and my eyes closed as he invades my mouth with his tongue, fighting for the dominance. Butterflies erupted in my stomach and my knees weakened, it felt like it was the first time, that I was kissing him. His hands wandered from my cheeks to my shoulder, then my waist. His touch ignited the fire to the very core of my body, it felt so right.

It's wrong, Emerald.

A sudden realization struck me, instantly, I stopped kissing him but he didn't. His lips continued to move, accelerating the pleasurable sensations.

" Stop," I said, against his lips. With a quick peck on my lips, he pulled his face, still clasping me in his arms.

I stared at him, blankly. And he stared back at me, in deep emotion.

" I thought I lost you...I thought you left me again," he whispered, his wild eyes shining with the moisture of grief. The unruly and ragged countenance suggested the turmoil he was submerged into. " I didn't find you when I wake up. You were neither in the room nor the bathroom, I panicked that you left...I can't lose you again."

My eyes softened, at his words. He was afraid that I have left him.

No, he had hurt you.

"You can't lose someone again when you have already lost them before."

Sadness bloomed.

He appeared hurt and my lungs gasp for air.

You have let him go. He is your past, you have a future here, and he can't be part of it.

Even though I wanted to him around for eternity, I had to let him go. It was best for us.

" Emerald...I-I–"

" You should leave, I am fine now," I quickly interrupted, without looking at him. Slowly, my arms unwrapped from around, relinquishing his warmth. Tears were burning in my eyes; I knew it was soon going to elude.

He didn't leave.

Instead, he stepped forward and again started kissing me. I melted, then and there. His kiss was fiercest, more intense, stronger than before, like kissing me was keeping him alive. His lips spoke of desperation, agony, sorrow...love. I kissed him, hard, with tears streaming down my face. His hand tightened around.

I wanted, truly needed to keep kissing him, however, I couldn't. This must have to stop. Arraign the energy, I thrust him away, it wasn't easy, thanks to his masculine structure and my reluctant heart, but still, I managed to shift him, slightly.

Our eyes fastened, and my vision reflected the coldness which shook his entire body.

" Leave."

" Please listen, Emerald, I love you. Please don't do this to me, I want to say to you something." He implored.

I love you.

His words flashed again and again before my eyes, and I couldn't breathe. My throat constricted in agony. Why was he always so cruel towards me? Why does he have to say those words? I knew why, he knew my frailty and he wanted to earn my forgiveness by striking on my weakness. I won't permit him to enter my province again. No, this time he couldn't fool me.

" I said to leave!" I shouted, the coldness and fierceness were a fatal combination and it certainly substantiated as he instantly withdrew me from his embrace and stepped back. The same defeated look crossed over his face, which I had encountered numerous times in the past days.

"Please, listen me onc-"

" There is the door, I can escort you there," with that I strode inside the room, him pursuing behind.

He didn't utter a word, perhaps he comprehended that it was not a promising time to be persistent, and with the last glance from his thick forest eyes towards me he relinquished. There was a myriad of emotions flickered in his eyes, I assimilated all, even with a mere peek at him.

He was hurt, he felt defeated, he was lost, he was ashamed of his actions, he was remorseful, and... significantly, he was still in love with me.

The price of loving him was the pain. And for some unknown reason, I was willing to feel pain if I could have one more chance to love him again. No matter how many times my heart will break, the world will still move, time will still slip, I still will be trapped in memories, and my heart will still beat for him and only him.

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