Wild Flower

four

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chapter four
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" The sunlight danced in her long, blonde hair, illuminating her gentle features. She moved with an effortless grace, each step revealing a beauty that felt almost ethereal. "  — Tristan Scott.

—THAT WAS SO EARLY TO TELL, too early.
But i really felt something real for this man, and that was not me. The girl who used to have nobody, and never talked to people, fell in love with someone she knows for a month.

In that moment, I started feeling like he's the best thing that ever happened to me.

I was addicted to him, like some kind of drug.

He bought me things, and i didn't know how to react.
He took me out, and paid for every meal we had.
I realized that maybe, this thing was real, and it was not a joke on me. He truly wanted it, just as i did.

One day he sat me down, all nervous, that was the first time i saw him acting like that. He was never nervous.
He told me things i thought I'd never hear.

I thought he was joking, I've never thought I'd saw this side of him. He acted, not so wisely.

"Grace," he began, his tone softening as he took a step closer. "Move in with me."

My heart raced as i processed his words.

"What?" My attention turned fully to him, i thought i was having problems with my ears.

"Tristan, are you serious?" my voice trembling slightly. Panic bubbled up inside me, and i could feel my thoughts spiraling. Moving in together felt like a leap into the unknown, and i wasn't sure if i was ready.

Tristan's expression shifted, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine.

"I get it. It's a big step. But just imagine waking up next to each other every day, sharing everything." His words flowed like honey, sweet and enticing, wrapping around my mind and making it hard to think clearly.

I felt my breath hitch. I was still getting used to the way he kissed me, the way his hands felt against my skin. The thought of living together felt overwhelming,

Like being tossed into deep water without knowing how to swim. "I, I don't know, Tristan," i stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "It's just too early."

Tristan stepped closer, his presence enveloping me. "We have something special, Grace. You can't deny that. I want to be there for you, to support you. We could make it work." His voice was smooth, each word carefully crafted to pull me in, to make me doubt my instincts.

I was scared. Maybe this thing will end everything? Maybe that was the thing i was so afraid of.

"But what if it doesn't work out?" I asked him, my voice shaking with uncertainty. The idea of sharing a space, of intertwining our lives so closely, felt like a risk i wasn't ready to take. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, the weight of his gaze making me feel exposed.

"We won't know unless we try. I want to wake up by your side." His words were laced with a charm that made it hard for me to resist, but deep down, i felt a nagging doubt.

I looked away, my mind racing. I wanted to believe him, to give in to the vision he painted so vividly.
But the thought of rushing into something so serious terrified me.

I didn't wanna do it. I didn't wanna let him down, or made him think I'm a little girl. I wanted him to see me just as the other woman he must have been with.