Silver Storms and Red Ruins
  • LECTURAS 119
  • Votos 2
  • Partes 11
  • Hora 2h 1m
  • LECTURAS 119
  • Votos 2
  • Partes 11
  • Hora 2h 1m
Continúa, Has publicado ene 29, 2021
Contenido adulto
"You have to understand, Freddie. I loved him,"
Ophelia trembled as the breeze cut through her. Saying the words aloud left her feeling naked, raw, and terrified. 
"And do you love me? Still, after all this time?" His words rattled through her. His voice shook lightly. She forced her eyes down and found herself glancing at the ring still on her left hand. 
"You still have it," Fred's voice was heartbreakingly quiet. If Ophelia still had her heart, it would've been in pieces by now. With a deep breath, she forced her eyes up. 
"I do," Her voice mixed with the wind. But, she found his hand. She laced her fingers with his. The sun set behind the clouds and the world turned blue. 
And they sat quietly, watching as the stars began to announce themselves. 
"I promised you forever. I still mean it. If you need time, I am fully prepared to give every second I have." 
Ophelia saw the stars glittering in his eyes as he squeezed her hand. And, for the first time in a long time, she smiled. 
And, oh what a feeling it gave her to smile again.
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"In it's purest form, even time envied love I suppose. Because it was eternal, it didn't have a beginning or an end or anything in between. It just was. It just was, in the same sense that the moon was always inescapably in love with the sun. They were always too far apart to meet, but as the moon set and the sun began to peak over the horizon, and they saw each other for the briefest of fleeting moments, that- that is what love is. And still, all the moon ever got to see was the morning glow from the edges of it's beloved sun, before it's eyes closed and it had to sleep all over again, until it could catch a glimpse of the setting rays that reflected against it's own solitary purity. That's what love was. Never knowing, not quite seeing, but always feeling. Love always felt, always conquered, always was. And this love always was. Always was written in the stars, always was planned by the universe, always was going to break my heart and fix it back up again. Because the stars forbade anything else."