I watched the wind blow through the potted flowers outside from the sunroom. An orange hue painted the walls behind me, the sun casting a longing glow on my face.For someone who prides themselves in having courage, I was a bulletproof hypocrite.
I felt the opposite of brave...naïve, even.
I saw the guns that were staring me down, yet I let others jump in front of me.
That's how I've lived my whole life. I've pretended to be brave.
But now, when it really mattered, I felt like such a let-down.
There was two weeks until my wedding date. I couldn't express in words how excited I was.
But the raw skin of my lips showed how I was also equally nervous.
I would lay myself out on the ground for Eros. I was so dedicated to him. I wanted to prove to him that I was worth all this trouble.
However, he didn't need me to prove anything. He took me as I came, and that speaks louder than any proof could.
I still couldn't fathom that he wanted to marry me.
I mean, marriage is a huge step. And I'll be honest, I wasn't sure at first.
But he's Augustine. He's my Augustine.
I felt like I couldn't breathe without him. He's like water in a drought.
God, I was burning up in flames without him.
It was a commitment that others my age could rarely promise. And to see him so eager for it...that convinced me.
I was so scared, but his constant reassurance brought me newfound peace. There was nothing to worry about when there was Eros. I could completely surrender to him.
It had all moved so quick at first, but I realize now it was just part of the natural connection between us. The magnetic pull that led me back to his arms every time.
Help me, I had screamed.
And he was always there to save me.
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RomanceThere 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...