❝ 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫
𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 ❞ | mature
Too many arguments too much tears, they foreseed how it will end. Their break up was a mutual agreement and so was what came after.
Six months afte...
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Orchid skies could be seen from where she was standing, displaying a whimsical arrangement of colors like the Dendrobium. The usual blue blended with different shades of pink and orange as the sun began to set— a unique sight, perfectly suited for the day.
Dave's backyard was filled with an impressive range of pastel hues too, from the sky's soft shifts between colors to the tablecloths and flowers above them, and along the trail she had just begun to follow.
It appeared that Emma Miller and her traits had never really left her. Emily could still distinguish and name each flower by its individual petals on the ground, the ones she stepped on as she made her way to him. Since that undercover mission had left her with nightmares and emotions she was still unpacking, she felt it was only fair to take something good from it too, like her friends— It was impossible not to notice the crying redhead who smiled warmly at her while holding onto her husband, Noah. It was also easy to spot Daphne and Ryan, who maintained more composed reactions. Emily gave them a smile before looking sideways at her two best friends, JJ and Garcia, who looked at her with admiration. She felt their tear-filled eyes following her as she walked past them. She was surrounded by love, and she couldn't be more grateful.
The sun was close to vanishing, but it seemed to take its time, as if wanting to linger and give away the remnants of its light of maybe because the fire ball too, wanted to be there to witness the reunion.
It kept the yard illuminated enough, yet the light bulbs hung gracefully above their heads. The strings holding them looked invisible, making the bulbs appear as mere sparks or perhaps fireflies, floating around and resting collectively among the trees, adding extra shine to the view and making it feel more magical than it already was.
It was perfect.
Emily exhaled quietly and felt Dave's hand tighten around hers, grounding her in the moment and calming her down. The warmth of his hand reminded her of what she was walking toward. A surge of urgency rushed through her body; she wanted to ditch her heels and run barefoot over the grass, sure that the soil would feel like a soft carpet, like a cloud carrying her to him. It would be as soft as the expressions on the guests' faces beside her and faster than sprinting with her legs.
Aaron couldn't wait for her to reach him, for her hands to be in his as he promised he would never let go again. His eyes appreciated her beauty; she wore a simple, elegant off-the-shoulder dress, the white fabric long, flowing like a waterfall, its train resembling the foam of waves.
A soft strand of silk ribbon surrounded the daisies bouquet in her hands, and he had no doubt that once she passed the crowd, her scent— along with that of her favorite flowers, would catch in their throats.
She was so beautiful, and with every step she took toward him, the details of her beauty became clearer. Once she was finally in front of him, with her hands in his, he could see the embroidered flowers on her neckline, which crossed the fabric that skimmed her shoulders and covered only a portion of her arms, along with the thin chain and simple golden pendant against her skin. Half of her curled hair was pulled back,, while those stubborn strands remained free, framing her face taking the place of his hands, Aaron would have to arrange them behind her ears later.
