Passions of Spring

Wakas

This is the Epilogue for Passions of Spring. Before I leave you with the very last chapter, I just wanted to thank all these people who motivated me to continue every single week. 

perfectserendipity thank you for your unwavering support and for keeping me sane with our Thursday chats. To annabellebrana, mielcpa, and to all of you who were patiently waiting, reading, and voting my story every single week. To my bookclub partners cephyrus, ReceiverAn, and Aithaia, thank you for your generous compliments and honest opinions, it really helped me a lot.

Communication, for me, is the foundation of all relationships. Before commitment and love and lust, the connection must be well established. I hope I illustrated it well at the end of the book, how both of them found a connection before falling in love again.

I'm aware there's still grammar and revisions to work on. But I'm very happy to finish my second book! Thank you!!!

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Wakas
Silver

I was a big mistake. I knew that earlier in life. My father wasn't supposed to marry my mother, and I wasn't supposed to be born. My parents were two people who don't like each other very much and decided to get married because they had a kid. They tried their best to be nice to me, but I know they lived a miserable life. In their heart of hearts, I knew there's a bit of hate for me. Somehow, I've always believed that it was my fault.

It shaped the way I think.

I saw the world as a place where I really wasn't meant to be. Like I don't belong. But I took pride in it. Maybe destiny wasn't suppose to let me live, but I took control of my own life. I crashed the big party and I waved a big fuck you to the universe.

They said there was a curse in the Tiberius Percival name, that's what the other families say. We never really understood it until...

There was this washed-up picture that my brother and I saw in our parents room. We were young and everything about the mansion seemed magical every time we visited. We used to take adventures around every corner of the room. Secret passages, old attics, and basements, it was like wonderland. It was Vale's turn to hide and I was supposed to find him. I swore I heard his footsteps on the master's bedroom.

Vale stood by the window, his back turned to me. He wasn't really trying to hide, he was looking down, preoccupied by something.

"What's that?" I asked.

He had a smile on his face and handed me the picture. "A very pretty lady."

The lady looked like she was in her twenties. She was indeed a beauty, with long curly hair, big bright eyes, freckles all over her nose and cheeks. She was smiling at us. Blushing. Like we just told her she's pretty and this was her reply.

I've never seen anyone as lovely as her. Raw and natural beauty not even my mother can compare. My mother liked to put her hair up, cover her face with colors, and dress in stiff squares. But this girl looked like she didn't even bother to fix herself. She doesn't care. But she's beautiful all the same.

"Where did you find this?" I asked my brother, he looked down guiltily.

"I was hiding in the wardrobe..."

I dreamt about that girl sometimes out of morbid curiosity. I liked to imagine where she was, maybe she's in an island, enjoying her life in the sun. Maybe she traveled the world and be friends with a lot of people. Everywhere I go, there's this little voice in the back of my mind wondering, if she's here in this place with me, what would she do?