Athena's Savior

Athena's Savior

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~please check trigger warnings before reading~ "Thea, this isn't what you want," I looked up at him, our lips centimeters apart. "How the hell do you know what I want?" I whispered against his soft lips. "Thea, things will change if we do this," He warned. "Things can't get any worse, right?" I said teasingly, because come on a dead sister, unloving parents, and falling for him. It really couldn't get worse, he just didn't want to admit it. "Aaron, can you please stop being such a good guy and take advantage of the opportunity standing in front of you?" He leaned in and kissed me softly, a tear escaped my eye...in that moment I knew his answer. "Thea-" I cut him off, "I get it Aaron, please just stop talking." I said in a broken whisper. "It's not that I don't want to, but not like this, not here, I care about you too much to have you regret it tomorrow." He said and silent tears continued to fall as he just held me like he always had when this happened.
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There's this silence between us that stretches longer than it should, and it wraps around my chest like a weighted blanket. My throat tightens. I stare at him like I'm trying to memorise the face of someone who shouldn't exist. A dream made real. My lips part before I can stop myself. "Were you sent by my dad to take care of me?" The question hangs in the air, trembling like the last leaf in autumn. Aiden's gaze softens. His lips tug into the gentlest smile I've ever seen. It's the kind of smile that could mend broken wings. "No" he whispers. "I volunteered." The words hit harder than I expect. Like a punch wrapped in silk. I gasp, air leaves me in a rush I can't reclaim. But before I can fully process what he's just said, he takes a step closer. His fingers ghost over my cheek, brushing away a tear I didn't realise had fallen. And then-he kisses me painfully slow. His hand cups the back of my neck, anchoring me to a moment I never want to end. And just when I think it's over, he pulls away just enough to look at me. His thumb traces the damp trail of tears down my cheek. He doesn't say anything. He just leans in again, and kisses them away. One by one. My tears. My pain. My silence. All kissed away by a boy who didn't come to save me because someone sent him. He came because he chose to.

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