Hues in Love (COMPLETE)

XXV.where are you going?

Her heart sinking, Agatha kneels before the bed, her slender fingers trembling as she lightly grips the handle of her carpetbag hidden under the bed.

Her sapphire eyes filled with guilt stained on Genesis whose back form faces her, sleeping soundly.

Agatha had already planned it well enough. Agatha was supposed to leave Texas to God knows where the night after their sexual intercourse.

However, both of them barely slept for they spent the rest of the next few days exploring each other's bodies. Plus, Agatha, truth be told, doesn't have a clue how and where she'll go.

In the following days, she came up with a plan. That she'll leave at midnight, all while Genesis' too tired, and she'll use his horse to escape.

She's aware stealing is a crime yet Agatha's desperate, she knows she needs to get away from here. The sooner the better.

The more she stays here, the more Genesis' life is in danger. Who knows, that drunkard Tom Leroy might be hovering.

She knows she has to go back to the train station, hoping to meet Tom Leroy on the way, to agree on whatever plan he has for her.

Battling the burn behind her eyes, biting her inner cheek, Agatha gaped down at the man she loves, the man she'll forever love one last time before rising from the ground.

She looked at Genesis, memorizing every feature of him, his crooked nose, the beautiful scar on his temple, his thick brows and chapped lips, his dark skin, everything she loves.

Agatha let herself the liberty to gently run her fingers through his hair then lightly kiss his scar then his lips, whispering, "I love you, Ge-gen, always and forever," her lips still grazing his lips.

As soon as she closed the door, that's when her tears came surging down. Her lips quivering, she began walking towards the house to fetch a horse.

Her eyes wandered around the barn, all the animals sleeping while some woke up by the sound of her soft footfalls.

Agatha immediately went to the horse Genesis said he'll probably just trade since it was not such a good horse. Agatha couldn't handle the idea of her stealing such a fine horse from Genesis.

With her battered green carpet bag on her hand, the other caressing the horse's hand, sniffing her hand, Agatha was suddenly stiffened, glued in her very spot when she heard a masculine, filled with frustration and hurt in his voice behind her.

Her eyes downcast, forcing her tears not to fall, as he uttered the words, "You should've picked Maximus,"

Still, Agatha did not face him for she's embarrassed, and not only that, she fears that as soon as she stared at that face of his, she wouldn't have the guts to walk away.

There was a long pause hence that though she could hear his angry puffs behind her.

Suddenly, she felt his warm broad hands encircle her narrow shoulders before she knew it, she was facing him, their eyes meeting.

Genesis, his brows knitted, his lips pressed into a thin line, sweaty, barefoot, half-naked as if he rushed down here instantly, barely caring regards his appearance.

"Ge-gen..." Agatha stuttered, her voice barely audible, biting her inner cheek.

His callused fingertip trailing over her chin, tears pooling, his hair messy, he hoarsely exclaimed, "You don't get to leave me, Agatha, please,"

"Even the first time I laid my eyes on you, I have a hard time imagining letting you go, and what more now? Now that I am madly, deeply in love with you, Agatha Harris, now that I know life with a beautiful woman like you,"

She was on the verge of replying back, forcing her tears not to fall as she looked up at him.

Shaking her shoulders, as if bringing senses back to her, "I don't care the reasons are, Agatha. Please, don't leave me. I love you, please," he pleaded, his eyes desperate.

Agatha wanted to look sideways for the sight of him brought ache down her heart yet she cannot look away, somehow, her fingers cupped his cheeks.

"I-i need to, Gen. It's for you-your safety," she replied, her lips quivering.

"Bullshit! I don't care about that. I could protect myself and you, Agatha, please," he said, his other hand overlapping her hand on his cheek, his thumb brushing.

Agatha closed her eyes for a second, "I have baggage, Ge-gen. I can't let my pa-past hurt you,"

"What baggage are you even talking about, Agatha? I, too, have fucking baggage, I helped kill a man just to what? Get this godforsaken land and my God, Agatha! I don't fucking care about all those. You're hurting me, Agatha. With you leaving me, not trusting me to protect you,"

"But he's da-dangerous, Gen, please,"

"Who? Tom Leroy? I don't give a damn if he's coming, Agatha. All I know is, I'll do anything just to protect you, please. Trust me, sweetheart, please,"

"How'd you kno-know about him?"

"I read the letter, Agatha, while you were bathing. I found it under the mattress of your old room," he answered.

"i-i..." she stuttered.

"Dammit! You don't need to leave, Agatha. I could protect us, especially you, ju-just don't leave me for I couldn't stand waking up every morning without you curled up on my side, without looking forward every meal, without you coming here in the barn with me, without hearing you naming all the animals, without your massages, without your constant blushing, without your stutters, without hearing your voice, without seeing that breathtaking hair of yours, your eyes so blue I could swim in, please, sweetheart, I'm begging you, please don't leave me," he said, his grip around her hand hardening.

At the sight of him crying before her, his cheeks damp, his eyes filled with hurt and desperation when Agatha knew that she really can't do it.

That's it. Her tears came flowing down, dampening her cheeks. "I love you, Agatha. Can't you see that?"

Sobbing, she wiped her tears with her forearm, "and I love you too, Gen,"

"I don't care if we're not married and I can't stress how much sorry I am for that, that perhaps everything would've been alright if I was not born in this color, and I know we do not have a vow but believe me, Agatha, I will love you for better or for fucking worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness or in health and et cetera et cetera, forgive me, I forgot the rest of the lines," he said, earning him a soft chuckle from her, her tears still red and wet from crying tucking her hair behind her ear.

"Oh, Ge-gen. I love you for who you a-are, I wo-would never cha-change a thing,"

Without any second thoughts, Genesis immediately gathered her to his arms, their bodies pressing together. His embrace was so tight to the point she felt like choking yet somehow, she felt comforted, she felt secure, she felt loved as she returned the warm embrace, crying on his bare chest.

Agatha cried and cried in his arms, "I'm so-sorry, Gen, it was stu-stupid of me,"

Genesis smoothened her hair, "Hush, sweetheart. Let's just forget this happened, how about that?" he whispered against her hair, kissing the top of her hair, he then felt her nodding, clinging onto him as if her life depended on him.

And so, they made love in their bed-chamber, again and again, and again, tirelessly.

A month later, they received a letter from Mrs. Leroy saying that his son was found dead in the Texas train station, that he was robbed.

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It's a special day today so I'll be uploading all the last three chapters of this novel. Stay safe, babes.