Between faith and forever

When their hearts met, peace found them-a love written by fate, kept alive by faith. From vengeance it rose, and in the end, became 𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑒.

"Please forgive me, Princess. I 𝑏𝑒𝑔 you, I will do anything for your forgiveness. If you want to hit me or hurt me, do whatever you want-I won't say a word. I can't stand to see 𝑦𝑜𝑢 like this, Princess."

I rest my forehead against hers, with my eyes closed. I remain silent, feeling lost; all I know right now is ℎ𝑒𝑟. We both breathe heavily, our noses almost touching.

I opened my eyes and saw her with her eyes closed. I gently 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟 forehead, realizing that I had never gazed at a girl so intently before. I admired every feature of her face, memorizing each detail as if the moment I touched her, she might slip away. As I looked into her soul through her eyes, my attention shifted to her neck. There were bruises on her throat, as if someone had choked her. I knew who had done this.

For some loves are not found-they are written in 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑦.