How to steal a man (until past do we part)

Dawn means the start, for us it was the end

"It's so beautiful," I said looking at the man i love - the one i will marry in years to come. He's standing there, watching the sunrise from the early sky.

"We can do this Bella." He said , his hazel eyes resembling many tones from the sunrise. I smile faintly, his equivocation was so enticing, i liked the way he always kept me guessing - as if no answer is wrong to his ear.

"Do what, Logan?" I asked, looking back towards the sunset and seeing the light slowly push through the clouds, lighting my face.

"Stay here, marry me, work for me - i have brilliant plans just-----

---"Marry me?" I said with open shock that the most incredible man in this world would wish to wed, so soon after being together for three years.

"Did i stutter?" Logan says, as he smiled cheekily. He turned to me, his hands coating mine, he lowers himself to the ground on one knee.

It was so beautiful.

"Well if you're going to be rich..." I say giggling at his charming smile.

"Is that a yes?" He says looking up at me.

"Did i stutter? YES!" i said, enveloping myself into his arms.

He picks me up by the waist and kisses me as we giggle and he throws me down onto the bed.

Dawn is the start of something new, but for us it was the end.

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Dawn breaks.

I awake, the sirens of the city echoing like the yawning in the morning.

Over the last few years i have been deprived of many things - love and what was taken next: sleep.

Last night was the first night in years where i slept with a light heart and open mind, it was as if Logan had granted me freedom from his heart.

I crawl from the king size bed, making my way to the window seeing a sunrise so familiar...

For a moment, i thought he saw me too, because he could see me.

"You're the light that never fades away, i just wish you could be here to do this with me..." i mumble, looking into the sunrise.

I check the time and see it is barely 5am, i know Colt said he'd start work at 7am. Where is the shower?

I open my door quietly, creeping around trying not to wake him, i see a white door near mine. I open it slowly to reveal that it is the bathroom. Even the bathroom is gorgeous, the tiles and mirrors gleaming like a star. I open the shower door and turn it on.

I drop my clothes and stand, looking at myself briefly in the mirror, my waist had gotten smaller - i'd been so nervous these last few weeks i barely noticed i spare little time for eating.

I get into the shower and immediately i am back where i was 5 years ago, in the rain with Logan.

It was the first day we met and he was doing a survey around houses to help improve his business idea.

He knocked on my door, this brown haired guy with a slip of paper and a clipboard and began asking questions. The rain was clearly the heaviest it had been in years, but here he was asking me questions about venues and landscape pollution by building.

I genuinely did not care and i asked him why he wanted to know and why he didn't just go home to keep dry.

He looked up after staring down at his wet paper the entire time and his eyes finally met mine and said: