Born Of Ashes

Twenty-Four

*A/N Need someone to make me a cover (Not for Born of Ashes) so if you want to message me :)))

Born of Ashes from the sun,

 Learns to live and die all ways from above.

She is the only one.

She’s given a Mate, so will she accept him and grow new species with the werewolf one

What’s to come of you little Phoenix?

A poem made by Crybaby27

Twenty-Four

Robbie’s POV

“Well that’s a bit dramatic now, isn’t it Robbie?” she smiled; her chocolate brown eyes glowed with amusement. I knew those eyes; they would swirl with caramel in the hot sun.

“You not really the person I wanted to see,” I commented looking anywhere but the person in front of me.

“Well I could think of at least two people you wouldn’t want to see,” she grinned. “I think I am better than them,” she commented shifting her bag on her shoulder.  “So Robbie how have you been?” she looked me in the eye, my breath hitched. No, the eyes were just too much.

“I’ve been good.”

“Yeah? Well I am glad to hear it,” she nodded. “Do you wanna get some coffee?”

“Err,” I looked for an escape route.

“Don’t worry I won’t keep you for long,” she smiled again.

“Okay,” I sighed following her back into the cafe.

 We sat were the couple had sat, the pink rose still wilting in the vase and the smell of Canal wafting up. I winced as I gazed over the table, written in the dry dust was “I love you Jen!”

“Aww that’s cute,” her voice was light, I covered the words with my big hands. “Oh come on Robbie, you’re not still bitter?” she raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow. “It’s been over a year” she commented.

I shrugged.

“Robbie,” she sighed running her hands through her chest nut brown hair. “You’re gonna have to get over her some time.”

I glared. “Well Valentina, your sister left me standing at the fucking alter while she ran off with my best man, my best friend,” I growled low in my throat. Valentina was two years younger than Aletta and looked like twins but with Valentina having bigger lips and a kinder heart.

“I am sorry for what she did to you,” she sighed looking down. “I did tell you,” I remembered.

“Robbie,” a light voice pulled me to one side. I grinned over at my beautiful bride to be as she giggled with the rest of her family showing they the ring. We had just told them.

“What’s up Val?” I smiled down at her younger sister who was the spitting image of my wife-to-be.

“Are you sure about this?” I frowned. “It’s just you’re a nice guy and Aletta... well she...”

“Listen Val,” I put my hands on her slim shoulders. “Aletta told me about your little crush,” she blushed scarlet and I grinned. “It’s cute but I’m in love with your sister and we gonna get married.”

She narrowed her cinnamon eyes. “She’s only broke your heart,” and with that Val stormed off.

I shook my head. “I do recall.”