There is nothing more beautiful than watching an innocent angel fall apart at my sinful actions. I'm going to ruin her.
"Augustine."
And she comes, looking down at me as she does so.
She glows, lighting up the goddamn room. Her feet barely touch t...
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My relief flooded from my eyes and blended into the rain on my face.
My heart leapt for joy and placed itself across my lips.
Breathing labored, I couldn't believe he was actually there. I had to be dreaming.
Eros stopped walking, standing three feet away from my soaked figure.
He was getting his clothes wet. And somehow that was the only thing I was worried about as I looked at him. He seemed more beautiful than before, his plump lips staying stoic as his jaw clenched, the tattoos on his body practically melting into his tan skin.
Eyes like withered roses, he told me everything through them.
He was glowing. The light I could see in the dark.
I took a step forward, and his body was on mine in seconds. My hands were shaking as I held onto him, crying into his chest.
And as the rain continued to pour down on us, we only let it join us together. Connected through the dampness of our skin, I hugged him tighter than ever before. He was never getting away from me again.
Never.
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Her embrace felt like home. A home I had never known before meeting her.
I kissed her pretty lips hard, never wanting to be without her again.
She understood me without words. Amorette felt my emotions through my actions. She saw me. She knew me.
I had never met someone like her.
I had never felt home like her.
And as water fell between our lips, even that couldn't break us apart. Amorette's body was soaked by the rain, and I touched every inch of her with my hands as if that would conceal her from the clouds.
Her hands went back and forth, pulling and pushing against me, showing her anger and desperation.
She was entitled to every feeling she had, and I would sit and listen to her be mad at me for hours if it meant that she wouldn't be away from me.
