IMMORTAL LOVE | one

18 - Decided

                                  Another week has passed since Lylas dumped her back to London. After sharing that heartfelt kiss on top of the Empire State Building, under the moonlight and stars, Lylas had not been too happy about it.

Alana still recalled how angry he had been when she questioned his love for his wife, Naala. Deep down she knew he regretted giving in to her kiss.

What to do? Alana had no regrets. However, she had only felt slight guilt for betraying her friend's promise to fall for him .

And yet despite the guilt, Alana had not wanted him to go away that easily. And so, even knowing how angry he was, she had shamelessly clung unto to him, refusing to let him go.

She had been scared of him disappearing for good and so she had quickly apologised for her actions. However, before she could complete her apology, he knocked her out with a spell.

The next day after waking up, he was gone. Alana was furious when she realised he was playing with her heart. Showing up and then withdrawing. She always took three steps forward in his direction when he just stood there unresponsive.

That night, she had thought she made progress as he had finally took a step in her direction. However, on whim he changed his mind and took ten steps backward.

Didn't he know how much it affected her heart? How much hope he was giving only to then crush it, leaving her in despair.

After a few days of venting in anger, she stopped when she realised he wasn't going to show up again. That was when fear began to settle. The fear of never ever seeing him again. And so for the rest of that week, Alana lived with this anxiety that slowly chirped her wounded heart.

Then, when she was starting to get accustomed to his absence again, he showed up once more on a Friday evening, outside her work building, precisely at where her fiat 500 was parked. The instant Alana saw him, hands folded across his chest, his looming unaffected form—adorned in black jeans and a white linen shirt—leaning against her small car, Alana felt fury brimming.

On impulse she ran toward him and her fist collided with his chest. He stumbled in shock, glaring momentarily and Alana had never hated that glare so much as she did that moment. And so she slapped him. The slap affected her hand more than it affected him.

How dare he glare, how dare he leave without a word? How dare he affect her so much?

"Stop." Lylas grabbed her wrist and Alana struggled against his strength.

"I know you're angry, I know." He said.

"Oh you do?" Her tone was clipped.

"Calm down for a minute."

"No!" She knew she was acting childish, but she had reached her limit.

Lylas pulled her toward him and Alana stumbled out of balance before falling unto his chest. As she looked up, she was ready to wrench free and lash at him, when he suddenly closed the space between them.

His soft lips meeting hers finally stopped her movements. Alana was shocked into a stupor at what was happening, before the tingling sensation returned tenth-fold. The minute his tongue licked her lips, she crumbled. Her knees buckled as her heart began racing a million miles per minute. The dizziness feeling surged through her before she could finally respond. She parted her mouth and welcomed his tongue.

Lylas grabbed her face, crashing her body against her car as he deepened the kiss. Alana's hands latched on to the soft material of his linen shirt, clinging for dear life as if to ground this feeling inside her. The whole kiss felt surreal, like a fantasy that only existed in her dreams.