Carpe Diem | H.S.

Carpe Diem | H.S.

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"Look it's a falling star, make a wish." Harry tells me as I lay my head on his chest looking up at the stars twinkling in the night sky. The only light being from the full moon directly above us cascading the moment with a sense of tranquility. "No, not yet." I tell him letting out a sigh and slightly shake my head. His fingers playing with my hair as we stare into the night. It feels so peaceful, almost like nothing ever changed between us. He's still the same stupid teenage boy that got me to fall in love with him. And I'm still the dumb stubborn girl who can't learn to trust. "Why not?" he whispers not wanting to break the moment we're having by being too loud. "Because if you see one shooting star you're just lucky. But if you see two then you know it's meant to be." Past high school lovers Harry and Alani reunite for the first time since Alani mysteriously disappeared in the middle of the night with nothing but a letter as goodbye four years ago. They run into each other again at Devil's Advocate which puts them in a difficult position. Alani works for Eroda magazine and has to write an anonymous article reviewing the special nightclub/casino. Harry has to figure out who is suddenly repaying debts and taking their customers and for what reason. Will they be able to work together to get some answers? Or will the secret of that night be too much to overcome? ~ live everyday like it's your last.
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I cupped her face in my hands, rubbing my thumbs in circles over her cheeks. She was having trouble finding words to describe what she felt, and I could relate. I loved her more than words could describe and telling her I loved her was almost an insult to my true feelings for her. My heart ached at just the thought of her not being with me. I honestly don't know what I would have done with myself if I had never went to that stupid party and met her. But, I have a feeling, we would have found each other, eventually. This love's too strong to ignore forever. Both of us had pieces of us missing, that neither of us were aware of until we met. We were like two puzzle pieces that finally connected. "I love you," I whispered, leaning my forehead against hers. "I love you more," she replied in a small whisper, her hand reaching up to caress my cheek while the other rested on my thigh. I shook my head, annoyed and charmed by the audacity she had to think that she could possibly love me more. "I love you most," I persisted, causing her head to moved away from mine as she looked into my eyes. "Always?" She questioned, her eyes unreadable for a moment before a flash of fear passed through. "Forever," I assured her and meaning it. We could live an entire lifetime or for eternity, and my love for her would never fade. It would only grow. There was nothing in this world that would ever change the way I loved her. My, Katarina.

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