A Love Never Meant To Be (Completed)

Chapter One✅

CHAPTER ONE: SAGES POV

What do you do with your life when your soul mate is forced to leave you? How do you live life knowing that the person you were hoping to spend the rest of your life with is now more than eight thousand kilometers away from you? Will I ever get over the fact that I will never see that beautiful tanned body again? The body that was once marked by me ... that once belonged to me. The body that once completed me.

It has only been two months and I still think about the last time I saw those golden honey eyes. They broke me apart when they got on that plane and left me with no one to hold. Those eyes that looked past my physical being and stared into my soul. They saw the real me, the me no one knew existed, except for him. As much as I tried, I could not forget them. They were embedded into my skull. A permanent scar.

It took me a while to comprehend the fact that I will likely never see him again, and when I finally did, the realization hit me like a flaming arrow through the heart. I wanted to curl up into a ball and bawl my eyes out. It killed me knowing that I will never again be able to run my hands through those soft, dark locks. I felt restrained, my lungs refused to breathe, my heart struggled to pump. My body fighting to live, while my mind fiercely striding towards the end. I always considered our relationship more than physical. In fact it was hardly ever about the physical aspects. We shared a spiritual bond, a bond so strong, so true, that no ordinary force could ever break it. Or so I thought.

We were perfect for each other. Just like Eve was made from a part of Adam, I was made from a part of him, only for him. No one will ever be able to take that place in my heart. We needed each other to survive. Only each other. But now that he is gone, it feels like my only source of sustenance has been taken away.

People often envied us. Pondering, how could two people, who are so different, be so perfect for each other? Yes, we were different. He was the bad boy. His glowing skin painted with tattoos, not to mention his impeccable taste in clothing.

I on the other hand was the innocent one, nervous to try out new things, and fascinated by clouds and butterflies.

He introduced me to a new world, a world that I grew to love. The truth was that we were never perfect, we were human. Humans that looked past all physical imperfections and looked past all of the flaws, knowing that it is those that make us so unique and so in love.

Now as I sit here, looking out into the dreary world outside being painted by the splattering rain, my mind takes me back to the times we would sit in front of a warm fire, just cuddling, looking into the bright happy flames, supporting each other, taking in each other's scent. The smell of his sweet aftershave, soft yet powerful cologne and his minty shampoo. The smell that was unique to him. The smell of him.

But now the fire has been extinguished. The pillows lay still and cold due the lack of our radiating body heat that used to warm them up. Just like how we used to warm each other up on those cold nights, in the middles of a forgotten field, in the bed of his old pickup truck, just looking up and gazing at the stars, existing and surviving only for each other. The innocence of adolescence, not a care in the world. Everything seemed so perfect at the time.

Gently, as the rain patters on the hard, unforgiving ground, I sigh and recall the first night we were intimate. The raging blizzard outside was no match for the pace in which we were going. The warm sweat dripping from our trembling bodies, longing for each other's touch. We gazed into each other's eyes full of lust as we made hot, sweet love all night long.

Snapping back to reality I look around my cold, silent office. Slipping into my thick jacket I stand up and walk out of the room and ultimately exit the building, the thought of him still fresh on my mind.