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Essence of Lydia---> Chapter 18: Atticus' POV

The moment out lips connected, Embryae froze completely. I had seriously thought that she would push me away or at least pull away from the kiss, but she seemed to be debating what to do. My eyes were still open, staring at her in wonder. Something in her eyes changed then, and she began to kiss me back with as much passion as I was kissing her. The kiss was beyond amazing in that moment; I had never felt something so incredible. With her, I felt complete in some twisted way. Our lips seemed to synchronize with each other as if they fit together as a puzzle piece fits into a puzzle.

When we finally pulled away, it was only for air. I had tried to kiss her again and feel those amazing sparks I had felt a moment ago, that had made my heart soar, but she stepped back from me. I studied her for a moment, wondering why she had pulled back from the kiss, because I knew she must have felt the same as I just a minute ago. Her eyes seemed to be troubled; she seemed to be having a mental argument with herself. After another minute of this, her eyes connected to mine. I blushed because she had caught me staring at her for so long, but then I saw her heated gaze. She was pissed; shit. I became more nervous as she just stared at me with that heated gaze, but cheeks probably flushing all the more. That was when she pointed a finger towards me in her fury, confusing me as to what she was about to say.

“You!” She yelled in her anger, making my eyes widen in surprise as to why she was so mad when she had been the one to kiss me back. I remained quiet, hoping that she would explain her reason for being mad, but after a pause she just yelled some more at me, saying “What the hell is wrong with you?!” I guess I sort of understood her reasoning for being mad, but I wasn’t quite sure because she had kissed me back for crying out loud!

“What do you mean?” I asked instead, wanting to know if she’d actually tell me now. My question just seemed to tick her off even more though and I hoped that nothing bad would happen, since we were once again… in a graveyard. It just seemed as if I had a habit of kissing her here.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about!” She yelled, bringing me out of my thoughts. Her face had flushed with anger as she spoke, making her seem somewhat adorable; which is pretty bad because if she heard that thought… I’d be dead. I studied her for another moment before rolling my eyes at her because all I was asking her, was to tell me what I had done wrong.

“There’s nothing wrong with me Embry.” I said, trying to seem nonchalant before adding “It was nothing.” I cursed myself the moment I said this though, because I could see the pain that it caused her, flash through her eyes before disappearing as she must have been reprimanding herself in her head. I wanted to take it back, but she shook her head to clear it and walked away from me.

“Wait! Embry!” I yelled as I began to run after her. As I began to draw near, she took off into a sprint, flying through the grass and away from me and my slow running. I cursed in my mind that I was so slow. She had probably assumed that I didn’t care at all about the kiss, because while I was trying to remain nonchalant, I was idiot enough to say just as much. She probably thought I was just kissing her randomly just to toy with her emotions, but it was far from that… I kept kissing her because it had become an addiction to me. Shit, I had to hurry up and catch up, or something horrible may happen to her. Speeding up once more, I began trailing after her, wanting to reach her before there even came a chance for something to go wrong. It always seemed as if when I was chasing her, it always ended badly.

That was when a shock of fear passed through me. Something was wrong; I had never felt this way before. It wasn’t even my feeling that I was feeling in this moment. It seemed to be a frozen fear. Shit, what was wrong?! Hopefully Embry is alright. Knowing that she wasn’t, I made another wild dash in the direction she had run. A moment later of running, and I heard a distinct scream that sent my heart fly out the window and rage to fill the space. Whoever was there and torturing her would be dead the minute I arrived. Pain shot through my arm and goose bumps were then raised, and I knew that it had to be that my love was in grave danger.