In the Eyes of My Beholder

Prologue

The thing about love is that it's only in the moment. It's surreal, and it makes one blind. Love is strong enough to draw you in until you've completely lost yourself to that other person. Love is selfish enough to break you and shatter all your pieces to mend its own heart. It assures you that if you fall it will catch you, but it burns out and leaves the flames to burn you.

I have fallen in love...

I have completely and utterly fallen. I have selflessly given my all, not waiting for him to break my fall, but for him to fall with me. But I fell alone. Fate is not in our hands, and we don't get to choose our ending. Yet, I refuse to accept my ending.

"I'll come back for us," he whispered as he kissed my stomach endlessly.

I stared at him, not being able to contain the tear that was now rolling down my cheek. My hand lied motionless in his hair, not finding the strength anymore to play with it like I usually did. I held onto every word he whispered, saying them over in my head, forcing myself to believe.

"I will make sure of it. You are everything, and I need you to believe. I need you to make mommy believe. I need you to have faith in me," he took hold of my hand as he said this. He looked up at me, and I caught the look of despair that flashed in his eyes.

"Please believe me," he whispered to me, bringing his head to rest on mine.

I closed my eyes from the dimly lit room, refusing to meet his sad, dark ones. I bit my lip and begged myself to hold in the sob that was about to escaped me.

"I," I choked out, as another tear rolled down my cheek, "I need you to stay with me."

And the need was only growing, each and every day that got closer to the last one. It was as if my heart knew, and the pain of knowing what was to come made the need I had for him to grow.

Although afraid, I opened my eyes anyway to really look at him so that he could see my plea. His eyes were red.

He was crying.

My mouth hung slightly open, taken back that he let his vulnerability show so easily.

"Why are you doing this to me? Why are you making this harder, hm?" He mumbled against my lips, as his lashed brushed against mine.

I took in all his features as his face was merely an inch from mine. His dark brown eyes were far and longing. His dark brown hair was messy, but fell naturally hanging atop his forehead. His facial structure was sharp, but very attractive. He had a slight stubble from not having shaved the last several days, but it only made him look sexier. His lashes were long, longer than mine His skin was pale, but it seemed to glow with color, something I never could understand.

"What do you want?" He asked.

"You can't give me what I want," I turned my face from him, only to have him grab my chin.

"It's our last night, I want to give you everything..." He hushed, kissing the nape of my neck, making my body combust and go numb at the same time.

"I-I won't give in to you this time," I squirmed from under him, only to have the hand that was already in his pinned above my head.

It was a lie, I had already given into him, but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing that. He had taken too much from me, if not all, and I refused to let him have his way tonight, even if it was our last.

But my heart was telling me otherwise as my body was quickly reacting to every touch.

"S-Stop," I placed my hand on his chest, attempting to push him off. Instead my fingers curled around his shirt, making a fist when his tongue ran over my collarbone.

What was I doing? He knew every part, he had claimed me. I was his, were were destined, fated. He knew exactly how to make me give in. He knew how to make me want.

"Look at me," he ordered.

Fluttering my eyes open, I gazed into his eyes.

"Yes?" I asked breathlessly.

"Tell me what you want."

I swallowed, trying to keep the bit of control that I had left, "We shouldn’t be doing this."

He shook his head, "Don make me beg for what's already mine."

My breath caught when he ran his index under my blouse. I quickly caught his hand in mine to stop him from going any further. Before I had time to process what I was doing, my fingers clung to his hair. My right hand pushed against his left shoulder into a sitting position. He stared at me with eyes wide, and I kept his gaze locked with mine. I slowly put my leg over his to straddle him, making him lean back against the headboard. I  brought my hands up to hold his precious, angelic face. He quickly held my wrist to keep himself in my embrace. I ran my thumbs over his eyes, his cheeks, and then his lips. I leaned into him, watching him carefully, anticipating his reaction. But he only stared at me intently. I brought my lips closer to his, never breaking our gaze.

"Tonight you're giving into me."