I checked my views today and I have 96 views and 37 views on the first chapter y'all don't understand how much that means to me.. It's small but something ! In return here is chapter 7 in cruises point of view.
Numb. I feel numb. The beeping of the machines in the large white room are what keeps me grounded, knowing she's alive keeps me sane. I've been staring blankly at the wall for thirty minutes straight, I don't understand why this happened to her. She is sweet, gorgeous , smart , stubborn , and caring. I reach for her grabbing her hand. Her hands are so cold it's been two days and there always so cold, I miss the warmth of her hands and the warmth of her eyes . My blue souls. Oh baby please wake up.
I gently put my head on her stomach making sure not to hurt her anymore than she already is... "I'm so sorry" I whisper into her stomach, it's my fault all of it. Instead of being so busy with work I should of spent more time with her. I should of stayed in bed and made love to her precious body. I should of stayed buried inside of her warmth.
"Hey. How is she?" Britain says while walking in the room out of both the girls , I think she feels the most guilty. Even if she feels guilty I don't feel like associating with her, I don't feel like seeing her. Not after what happened yesterday in this very room.
" please leave I want to be alone" I say coldly , a silent warning for her to go on her way. I feel hands on my shoulders rubbing them massaging them and that's when I hear her whisper " come on baby I can make you feel better". Anger and disgust rises in my chest, standing so suddenly that the chair screeches against the tile.
"you will not put your hands on me again do you here me ! You will be a nice little girl and go home and pack your shit your out !" I roar turning back towards my wife and return to my job as a husband of stroking her hair, and telling her she's beautiful. The door clicks alerting me that she took the command and left.
Her beautiful face is pale but still has the rosiness of her cheeks. Her eyes are closed but her long lashes fan across her face, running my fingers down her cheek and across her lip. Her lips are still pink and luscious like they were made for my lips. She may not be in Louis Vuitton or Prada , but she still looks like a million bucks.
Sitting gently back in my chair I hold her hand and place my head upon it. All I see is her when I close my eyes all I hear is her desperate plea for me to save her. I see her lifeless body at the bottom of the pool, I see no movement , I see no air filling her lungs , all I here are her screams and the last three words she said .
Women say real men don't cry well I can tell every single woman out there that only real men cry over the women who mean the absolute most. Tears are running down my face as I sing our wedding song.
" Every long lost dream lead me to where you are , others who broke my heart they were like northern stars, pointing me on my way into your love arms.. This much I know is true , that God bless the broken road that lead me straight to yoooou...." More tears fill my eyes and for two days in a row I cry Myself to sleep within seconds.
Yes guys this one was short! But it's new for me to
Write in the guys perspective but I think it's turned out mighty fine. Hope you liked it ! XOXO
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RomanceIrys was saved at 18, fell in love at 19, and got married at 20. Her life was always complicated until she met cruise . The handsome savior she promised to love and cherish til death do us part. Her iconic love saved her then but will it be enough t...
