"The wise are wise only because they love. The fools are fools only because they think they can understand love" - Paulo Coelho
Picture above is the one on the book ^^^^^ :) (You'll know it when you get there.)
I have decided to speak the truth from within me: what and how I felt about all this. Moreover, choosing the right words might save my neck in the next few seconds.
"It is the uncertainty of what I have lost." I answered. And with a shaking voice I added "Moreover, it is the uncertainty of what you might become, that I fear the most"
He chuckled, his back slightly vibrating with the motion. "I believe you meant, what I had already become." he said. "And as for what you have lost-" He slowly faced me. His usual warm greeting was replaced with an emotionless one. His mouth had two elongated canines sticking out. It looked sharp as the moonlight reflected upon it, creating somewhat a glow.
"I never wanted to hurt you" he said "It was never my intention, dearest Rosabelle. Believe me"
I kept silent. I could feel my heart beating faster with each passing moment. I feel like it could jump out of my chest because of the speed it's going in.
And his bloodshot eyes.
They were a burning ruby from their usual infinite springs. It was terrifying.
"It pains me that you haven't read my biography in that book I gave you. It was pretty much the only use of that book, really" he leaned casually on the balcony edge, seeming calm about all this "More so that you have read that beast's"
My eyes widened. It had never crossed my mind, but now, it all made sense.
It all makes sense.
Regan.
My breath came in shallow as I struggled for a reply.
He never failed to miss my reactions. He smiled a crazed smile "Then you get it now, don't you? Then say it Rosabelle." He had raised his hands fast and I put up mine to somehow shield myself, but he just grabbed it, and embraced me. Softly than he ever did. "Say what I am Rose" he whispered to my ear.
"I need not say it" it slipped from my lips to come off as a whisper "You are my Julianne"
"I was." he meekly replied "I wanted to stay as far away as possible, but the pull was too damn strong."
He rushed into me with such inhumane speed, placing his hands on either side of my face. The impact had cracked the glass doors behind me and had my breath caught in my throat.
He placed his head beside mine as his canines scraped my neck "Does the sight of me still flatter you dearest Rosabelle?" he whispered close to my ear.
Tears started falling relentlessly from my face both from fear and exhaustion. My feet felt weak as they struggled to stay up when my body was instilled with so much fear.
"It does not Julienne" I squeaked "not anymore"
I can feel him smiling in my neck. "I couldn't expect less of my sweet, little Rosabelle"
His hand made a motion to my face. I closed my eyes afraid of the contact. I waited for a harsh slap or even a rough stroke, when his hand suddenly held my face with the familiar softness.
"You must understand, I waited decades Rose." He muttered "You know not of the pain I endured just to be with you now." His voice laced a hidden pain behind every word. "To have you close, as you are now"
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The Rose That Never Withered (Wattys 2017)
Romance(COMPLETED) "The Rose that never withered, a lovely Rose indeed, like love encompassing even time itself." Excerpt: "I've waited centuries Rose, and now that I've found you, I will never let you go. You're mine, remember that." he breathed in my nec...
