Treacherous Love

Chapter 11 ~ Awake

They say that people like us don't deserve it. That we don't deserve the pain we are forced to endure, the dark tunnels we are forced into, left to find the light and escape. They say that we don't deserve the abuse we go through, whether emotional, physical, or sexual. That amazing, wonderful people shouldn't have to go through all this too much pain.

They might be right.

But what they don't realize, is that all these puzzles we have to solve, the situations we have been thrown into. Into the storm. They create who we are.

We would not be the people we are today if it had not been for the drama's and torturous chambers we have presumed and pursued, and lived through. Not survived through, lived through.They make us who we are.

Fighters.

We would not be fighters if it were not for the Treacherous.

The living keep on dying, but the fighters keep on fighting.

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I smile and run my hands back along his soft, brown locks. The smile pasted on my face and his.

Aspen looks up to me with a closed-lip smile, his eyes exploding with delight.

I smile back, eventually lightly laughing at his unmovable gaze. "What are you looking at?" I ask him kindly.

He keeps the silence for a few moments before saying, "I love you." His voice raspy from his awakening, but full of love and truth, meaning every word. Aspen's eyes presuming the twinkle they always hold when he is looking at me.

My eyes shine for him also. I can feel my heart flutter every time he says that, like a pack of baby dinosaurs is having a dance party in there. I feel my heart thumping in my chest, my cheeks getting hot, as my smile grows wider, if possible. "I love you too." I mumble/whisper.

His gorgeous eyes slowly start to close, only losing contact with mine as his eyelids cover the beautiful brown/ green orbs, taking him to a new dream. Hopefully of me, or a better place than where we are stuck.

I stroke his forehead with my thumb and push his hair back one more time, kiss his forehead lovingly, then pull back. Gazing at him for a few moments before Koryssa speaks.

"You guys are so in love, it's adorable." She says as I turn around, her prominent icy green eyes sparkling.

"It's just a shame." She says suddenly changing moods, as she hangs her head low, shaking it back and forth, black strands covering her face.

"What?" I ask detrimented.

"You and Aspen just don't deserve this." She says looking up at me, her eyes lined with clear tears, forming a watery line across her eyes. "You two deserve so much better. You don't deserve all the pain you have to go through." Her voice getting soft, slightly cracking. "You... You deserve so much better. You shouldn't be forced to drown in a pool of pain, that you didn't even decide to dive into. To get thrown in the dark, without a flashlight. For you to have to protect each other from threats that shouldn't even need to exist, be pulled away from each other. Because you two, you and Aspen, Sandra, you're so in love. And you should get that privilege to just love freely, and not just hold on to the thin string provided to let your love live. Your love for each other is so perfect, sooo... Endless. And there should be no end to it, and I know there won't, but the way you are treated, what others do to you. Why do they even...?" She couldn't finish because she started to cry. I tried to talk but she wouldn't let me. "I have to finish." She said nodding, as I did too.

"You and Aspen are so perfect, wonderful, and amazing. So in love. You don't deserve the pain. And I don't know what to call a love so perfect, except, except...." She tried to think of the word.

"Treacherous." I answered for her.

Tears started to line my eyes too, turning to a softening blue, as I bit my lip trying to focus the pain there instead of my emotions. James even had a few tears escaped onto his cheeks, his eyes and face a meet shade of red.

It was so true. Every word she said, it was all true. Our love was just, Treacherous. A Treacherous Love. But we still held on. Because our love will live and grow, everyday, like it does. No matter what. And that's what makes it so Treacherous.

It's a love so deep that can never be broken, undying but living. But for some reason, it is put on the edge, for no reason at all. It is a love that is held with all of your heart, but is pained, not by the lovers doing, but by others. Relentless the two still hold on, so tight. That they will never let go, no matter what. And it's so true, it is a loved filled with passion, besides the cracks starting to form around them, going almost unnoticed, until the waves come crashing in.

It is hard to explain besides this.

Trea•cher•ous Lo•ve

1(verb) 2 (adj.) An undying love that two people possess, filled with all of their hearts and passion. But is pained and tried to be torn apart at the seams, but kept together for the love is never dying, but living endlessly.

I look down fumbling with my hands as a pained tear escapes my eye. Others trailing after, as I let out a slight shriek in pain, impossibly to keep in. The tears free-falling, uncontrollably.

Why must love be so Treacherous?