'That's what you are-a tongue twister. Leaving me breathless the more I try. I'm so determined to figure you out, but all I get is frustrated. In the end, I'm left unsure you're beneficial to me at all.'
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The sweet sound of her laughter filled his ears. It flowed like liquid gold through him, and he knew he would give anything to hear it all the time—not just admiring the sweet melody, but living because of it. He watched her intently as she spoke to his brothers, his best friends, and every ounce of him burned with desire. He wanted to be the one making her laugh, the very reason such beauty graced the world around him, but he didn't have the courage. For the first time in his life, Paul Lahote was devoid of words, lacking action and unsure of what to do next.
Just the sight of her propelled him into a new era of his existence, a man just the same, but entirely new—reinvented. She stole the twinkle from the stars, the glow from the moon, and the mystery from the sea. She was the most precious thing he'd ever seen, striking not only his heart, but his mind too. He wanted to know her, truly and deeply, down to the very things that made her who she was, and he knew he would stop at nothing to ensure it. The pull was undeniable, like gravity would force him straight through the flames of the fire until he landed safely in her arms, like it was exactly where he was meant to be.
Her emerald eyes flickered to meet his across the fire, and something snapped deep inside him. His world flipped on its axis and spun uncontrollably, falling, dizzy, but never afraid—not when she was waiting there for him, ready to soften the landing. She was the only thing he could see, the only thing he wanted to see. He yearned for her being, whether it be next to him, surrounding him, so long as it was her that was overwhelming him. He thought, not even needing to base the theory on fact, that being known by her—being loved by her, was the only thing he was ever meant to do.
The ground felt like it was going to disappear from under him, swallowing him whole and leaving nothing behind. His body felt suspended mid-air. He was floating, falling slowly, but safely back to her. She turned into his everything in such a brief moment, time not even a factor when considering how his fire burned for her. He knew straight away, without doubt that would die for her, kill for her, and live for her. He knew nothing but that for sure. The world would never be the same, but he did not want it to be, for he had found his soulmate, and that was all he needed. Years spent drifting and wandering, without purpose and without intent, all came to an end as soon as she stood in front of him. He was complete. She was the last missing piece to the completion of his puzzle.
