The Echoes of Rivalry & Ruin (The Acamancy Series I)

Chapter 32: Mr. and Mrs. Philips

As I awaken to the profound embrace of the expansive, shadowy night sky, the heavy fog clouding my thoughts begins to dissipate, revealing the intimate reality of my surroundings. In this moment, akin to a spark igniting within the darkness, it becomes clear to me that I am not alone as my heart swells with affection. There, nestled against my chest, Emalyne. Her gentle breath provides a soothing cadence against my skin, while her wild red curls cascade over my shoulders, playfully brushing against my jaw. This warmth envelops me, grounding me as my awareness sharpens to the beauty of our shared stillness. I glance downward, my heart racing, in hopes I will not yet be catching a glimpse of the silver-blue depths of her eyes, as I know this will be simpler should she remain lost in slumber. To my relief, she remains peacefully lost in her dreams. Consequently, I choose to remain as a statue shaped by time, holding my breath in reverence for this transient tranquility.

In this suspended moment, my thoughts drift back to the tumultuous events of yesterday: the clash of words with my father, the weighty debates that lingered in the air like storm clouds, and the profound connection I established with Emalyne, permitting her to glimpse my once secluded sanctuary in which we now find ourselves. I harbor no pure regrets regarding the sharing of this sanctuary with her. Nevertheless, a twinge of longing stirs within me, a bittersweet ache for the solitude that I once regarded as my own. In allowing her profound companionship into my life, I experience a disquiet that subtly gnaws at me, a yearning for the secrets that I once relished in solitude.

I carefully extricate myself from my bed, substituting my chest with a pillow beneath the head of my companion as I commence my search for my missing garments. I become acutely aware of the comforting warmth provided by pants against the skin of my lower extremities, especially as a chill brushes against my bare torso. While I continue to seek the remainder of my clothing, I realize that the room in which I stand is indeed my own. The attire within the chest against the far wall offers the prospect of dressing both warmly and stylishly. Once I have secured the necessary garments against my frame, I shift my focus from clothing to stationery and pens in order to compose a note.

Dear Emalyne,

I found myself yearning to awaken you, yet your tranquil beauty, so pure and peaceful in your sleep, kept me from doing so. I sincerely regret having departed while you were still deep in dreams, and for not being by your side as you embarked on your classes today. The extended weekend, gifted to us as result of the conclusion of this quarter, requires me to return home with my parents. While you engage in your studies this afternoon, my heart will be far away, longing for your presence. I shall return late on Monday evening, though if the circumstances align favorably, I will ensure I see you before the new day begins. I have prepared a small gesture of my affection, breakfast is awaiting you in the refrigerator. I encourage you to indulge in whatever pleases you to commence your day. Words cannot fully convey how much I will miss you, as our shared moments continue to resonate within my heart, warm and delightful. Thank you for a night that will be forever cherished in my memory.

With all my longing, 

Paxxon.

Departing from my condominium and from Emalyne proved to be less challenging than I had initially expected following our evening together. This was attributable not only to the late hour at which we remained awake but also to the intensity of the connection we shared. I have never before experienced such gratification from the simple act of kissing a woman. Emalyne refrained from requesting the removal of any garments beyond her blouse and trousers, leaving the remaining undergarments to modestly cover her graceful form. My hands ventured over her body as respectfully as I could, mindful not to overstep my boundaries. I have never before been in love, and I do not assert that I am now. However, I do hold a fondness for Emalyne; she provides enjoyable companionship and fulfills the original purpose of distracting me from my concerns, while simultaneously alleviating my distress and anxiety.