Mistakes ||Sequel to Party||

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Leondre's POV:
We keep walking further into the woods and when I'm starting to get exhausted we stop. I look around and notice that we are at sea. We're at some kind of beach, but there's like more rocks and cliffs than sand. We walk closer to the water and climb up on a really big rock. I look out over the water. The sky is connecting with the sea in the beautiful sunset. I can't help but take out my phone and take a picture of it. Charlie leans his head against my shoulder so I turn my camera and snap a picture of us too. Then I put down my phone again.
"Okay, now I'm done." I giggle slightly. Charlie sits back up again and looks at me. I look back at him, staring into his deep blue eyes. He softly placed his hand on my cheek, stroking a strand of my hair behind my ear in the action. He stares into my eyes and slowly leans closer to me, inch by inch, not looking away once.
"You know I love you, right?" He asks quietly, almost whispering.
"Yeah, well, you proposed to me so I guess you love me pretty much." I grin back at him.
"No, but seriously. I love you so much, and I need you more than I need air." Charlie says and I blush. Like, who wouldn't blush at that. "I know that I've sucked at showing it, but I really hope you know that I love you more than anything else. And do never forget that again."
My grin slowly fades and I realize he's serious. I can feel his warm breath on my face as he speaks. Charlie slowly grabs my hands and pulls them closer to his face. He tries to turn them around in the movement, but I stop him.
"No..." I whisper and he looks into my eyes again. I don't want to show him the scars on my wrists, I don't want him to see it.
"Leo, I've seen them before." Charlie whispers back softly.
"But I don't want you to see them again." I reply, looking away.
"Why?"
"Because I don't want to hurt you, I don't want to make you sad."
"Don't worry about that." Charlie smiles slightly, trying to look me in the eyes, but I still have my head turned away. "I don't want to lose you again, okay? Just let me do this."

I slowly turn my head back to look at him. Charlie slowly turn my arms around and look at the scars on my wrists. They are everywhere. He moves his hands further down to my arms and then leans down and place a soft kiss on my left wrist. He makes sure not to hurt me, but still I can feel a slight sting. Then he kisses my other wrist too, slowly and carefully.

Charlie softly slides his thumb over some of the scars and I slightly wince in pain.
"Sorry." He says and looks back up at me.
"Don't worry." I reply. His face is just as close as it was before, if not even closer. But this time he leans in and kisses my lips softly. I place my hands on his cheeks and kiss him back. I slowly lie down and Charlie ends up on top of me, but we're not breaking the kiss, not yet. I move my hands to his hair and neck, pulling him closer to me.

When we pull away a few seconds later, Charlie rests his head on my chest as I silently stroke his hair. I look up at the sky and horizon. It's absolutely stunning. I lift up my right hand and look at the ring on my finger.
"It's beautiful, Charlie." I sigh happily.
"The ring or the sky?" He asks back, looking at me.
"Both." I smile. There is silence for a few minutes and then Charlie speaks up again. He sits up beside me and I do the same.
"You know, when we fought... I used to go here every night, looking at the view. I sat here from when the sun started to go down, to the middle of the night. I couldn't stop crying, because I missed you so much. And I couldn't wait to bring you here." Charlie says, looking out over the sea and horizon. I smile sadly and rest my head on his shoulder.

"Where is Mike now...?" I ask carefully.
"I don't know... The police took care of him last time, but I don't know if they let him go." He replies, still not looking at me. I look out over the sea too. It's like the horizon is a mirror and the sea and sky are the same thing. And the sun is some sort of light. I can't describe it, but it's so gorgeous.
"Have you found out if it really did happen?" I ask slowly, not wanting to make Charlie uncomfortable. But I want him to know that I'm not as sensitive now as I was in the beginning. So I want him to know that we should talk about it.
"No... It's just... I'm scared..." He answers.
"Why?"
"What if it actually happened? What if Mike finds out about it and decides to haunt me down for the rest of my life?" Charlie answers, but then he stops for a few seconds before he continues. "What if you'll hate me for the rest of our lives...?"
I pull away my head from his shoulder to be able to look at him. He looks down at his hands and bites his lips.

I softly place my hand on his back.
"Hey, I won't hate you." I say. Charlie slowly tilts his head so I can see a part of his face, but I still can't see his eyes.
"You won't?" He mumbles.
"No, I would just be glad if you would be brace enough to do it. Because first of all; we've already had our little fight. And second of all; if it really did happen and we have proof, then we can report that son of a bitch." I explain and kiss Charlie on the cheek. He blushes a bit before looking up at me.

He doesn't answer what I said, he just stands up and holds out his hand to me.
"We need to go now." He says and I look back up at him, a little bit confused.
"Why?" I ask, enjoying this place too much to be able to leave.
"Because I have other plans for us." Charlie grins and I look back at the horizon. I take a last look at it before I turn back around and grab his hand. He helps me up and we walk down from the little cliff.
"We have to go here more often." I say, holding Charlie's hand.
"As you want, your highness." Charlie smiles as we disappear back into the woods again.

I need some help! What should be Charlie and Leondre's last name when they get married?
Devries?
Lenehan?
Lenehan-Devries?