The Death of Me | A mafia story

Chapter 25 - Each scar tells a story

[ANOTHER VERY LONG CHAPTER.

SOO NOT EDITED.

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Cara's POV

It was perfect.

No, it was more. Much more.

It was like kissing him for the very first time.

Life fire exploding within my bones. Like my soul had finally found its peace. And that every part of me that was dead, came back to life again.

The movement of our lips took a short pause, our eyes connected, no words were uttered, yet our eyes were lost in a deep, very deep conversation.

His were darker, full with need, full with so many unsaid emotions while mine was melting due to his intense gaze.

The only voice my ears registered was the hard pumping of our hearts. The ones we once thought were broken, but together they seem to unite as one, their broken edges fit together like nothing else.

He lowered his head and took me again, i wanted more, i needed more.

But the moment his lips left mine and traveled to my neck, the moment when I didn't see his eyes anymore, is the moment where my body acted against my own well.

Is when so many unwanted memories came rushing back, with so much force, penetrating through every part of me deepening the wounds more.

He was going gentle and my heart knew he'd never hurt me.

But my brain screamed for me to listen, my brain pulled away before my body did.

Because my brain knew, he was always gentle at first.

But Alex is not him. He is nothing like him. My heart whispered brokenly .

But I couldn't seem to listen.

Because when his hand traveled way down, when it reached my pants, i lost it all.

My breathing fastened, I wasn't feeling Alex's hands anymore, no i was feeling his, and that did something to me, that hit me so hard and left me unconscious from inside.

"No." I whispered as i felt the tears forming in my eyes.

I placed my hands over his head and i pushed him away. I just wanted him to stop, i cared less about anything else.

I felt him pull away, my accelerated heartbeats took a short pause, i brought my hands and covered my face, ashamed maybe, "I can't - please don't continue."

I didn't hear if he said anything, i was in a war with myself trying to take over and not let a mere memory let loose of my brain.

I felt his hand around my face before he helped me sit down again. I heard him calling my name.

I covered my face again, i kept my eyes closed, my head casted down, I didn't want to look at him, I don't want him to see this part of me, the tainted part, the ruined one, the disgusting one.

I no longer felt his hands around my face, i no longer felt his warmth.

Did he finally see me the way i see myself sometimes, did he see that i will be no benefit for him, that i am so broken to even move on.