Caspian stared out of his window, thinking about the day. He felt a distance from Evara, even though she was so close. He didn't like that feeling at all. Normally, he could sense their closeness despite any distance, but today felt distinctly different.
“Ian,” Zyran called out nervously, tapping his hands together.
Caspian hummed, turning his serious gaze toward Zyran, making him feel a bit intimidated.
“We’re here,” Zyran replied, and Caspian nodded as they stepped out.
“Ian, are you okay?” Zyran asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Caspian replied with a faint smile before heading upstairs after greeting his mom.
“Is he really okay? He seems a bit off,” Leah said, embracing Zyran.
“Yeah, Mama. He’s been like this since we left university,” Zyran answered.
“Where’s Dad?” Zyran asked as he pulled away from the hug.
“He's at the company. I have to leave soon too; I was just waiting for you to get back. We might be late, so make sure you have dinner and get some sleep,” Leah said, gently caressing his hair. Zyran nodded in response.
“Alright, I’m heading out. Take care,” Leah said, grabbing her bag. She kissed Zyran on the cheek and glanced upstairs once before leaving.
“It’s probably for the best that she’s not paying much attention to me,” he murmured to himself.
He pulled out a book from his bedside table and opened to the middle, revealing an old painting. The colors were slightly faded, yet they held a certain vibrancy that spoke of a long-forgotten time. In the image, a king with striking blue eyes stood behind a chair, his hand resting gently on the shoulder of a queen seated before him. Her deep brown eyes sparkled with warmth as she looked up at him, both of them wearing smiles that radiated happiness and love. The queen wore a flowing dress that cascaded around her like water, while the king was dressed in garments adorned with intricate patterns that hinted at nobility. The background was filled with soft hues of gold and green, adding warmth to the scene, as if capturing a moment of intimacy and connection that had been frozen in time.
“My tigress,” Caspian chuckled, tracing the woman's figure in the painting. “Today, I saw your beautiful smile, the kind that lights up your eyes. You looked ethereal, just as you always do. When our hands brushed, I felt a spark ignite within me. Yet, despite being so close, you felt so far away. Perhaps it’s for the best,” he added, sighing softly.
“After all, I don’t want to be the reason for your heartache. You deserve someone who can cherish you fully, not someone who lingers in the shadows. But the thought of letting you go is unbearable. You hold my heart, even if I can’t always have yours.”
“I’m such a loser, aren’t I?” he said with a bitter chuckle. “This curse is relentless, love. If we try to fight for what we have, it will ensure we never reincarnate again. I might be ready to end my existence, but you... you’re the light that graces this world.”
Caspian paused, his heart aching with a mix of longing and admiration. “You bring change wherever you go, igniting hope in those around you. Your smile has the power to brighten the darkest days, and your strength inspires everyone you meet. Without you, this world would lose its color. I’d let go of my own happiness, which is you, my tigress, just to see you thrive and shine. That’s all I truly want.”
He looked at the painting, and a tear rolled down his cheek, landing softly on her image. As the tear touched the canvas, it glimmered for a moment, as if acknowledging the depth of his sorrow. In that fleeting instant, the air around him felt charged, almost electric, as if the universe was responding to his pain, whispering promises of hope and connection despite the curse that bound them.
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CURSED BY LOVE
Storie d'amore"Sometimes I wonder if you're even REAL, maybe that's why they call you ETHEREAL." Evara Winslow never imagined that falling in love would mark her for tragedy. But when she meets Caspian Sinclair, a charming Nerdthrob with a mysterious past, an und...
