♛ Aurora: Adrian's throat worked as he swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. He exhaled a shaky breath before speaking, his voice sounded rough, almost brittle. “I had to get a heart transplant.” He said finally, and as if on point, a thunderstorm rumbled somewhere close to us. The words crashed over me drowning out everything else - the rain and even the sound of my own heartbeat. I blinked, certain I had misheard him. “What?” His dark eyes bore into mine, heavy with different emotions swirling around them. “I was dying.” He let out. He was staring at me deeply to see through my reaction to his words. A minute passed with nothing but silence between us, before he added, “And I knew that if you stayed… if you saw me like that, you’d never leave.” My breath hitched, and something cold and sharp settled in my chest. He knew I'll never leave. So he chose to keep it away from me? I wanted to ask him, but he started explaining everything bit by bit even before I
♛ Aurora: His face contorted, and for a moment, he looked as wrecked as I felt. “I searched for you, and it took me months to find out you were in Chicago. I wanted to come back but I couldn't bring myself to. Because I thought you’d hate me.” I let out a choked laugh. “And if I did? If I hated you? Wouldn’t it have been better to hear it from me instead of assuming? Instead of letting me rot in my own self-blame?” He inhaled sharply, his hands threading through his rain-soaked hair. “Fuck, I was afraid. Afraid that after everything, you had finally moved on. That you were happy without me. And I didn’t want to destroy that.” I shook my head. “You never even gave me the chance to decide for myself. Everything you've done was just you deciding it would be the best for me! you never asked me about anything. Was our love that fickle to you?” I wanted to stop crying but I couldn't. The tears rolled out of my eyes like a dam that had been broken. I took a step back. Another
♞ Adrian: “If you had taken my advice back then, I promise you that none of this would have been happening.” Dmitri clicked his tongue and shook his head in disappointment before he sat down and relaxed on the couch. Trust him to know the right time to bring up a fucking conversation. I spared him a glance from where I sat, but he simply shrugged it off. “Don’t give me that look. You know I’m right.” “Maybe you should shut up for once,” I muttered, bringing the rim of the glass to my lips before swallowing the bitter contents in one go. The burn in my throat was nothing compared to how dejected and wasted I felt at the moment. The last look in Rory's eyes kept haunting me, barely giving me a chance to think of anything else. After she ran away from me, I walked back under the rain to her apartment. I could hear her sobs from inside but couldn't do a fucking thing. I couldn't even go home straight to my place, so I crashed at Leon's new place which was around the
♞ Adrian: He spared me a glance, and clicked his tongue. “You reek of alcohol and I don't like the smell of them.” He complained. “By tomorrow my car would be smelling just like you… alcohol and whiskey.” A visible frown curved up my brows, “Are you calling me a drunk?” He didn't even look at me as he answered, “Well, perhaps you didn't realize but right now you reek so much of it that you could be taken as one.” I was about to say something, but then a sharp pang seared through my head, silencing me. I pressed my lips into a thin line and instead laid my head back in the headrest of the passenger seat. “Talk back at me this way when I'm fully sober later today.” Dmitri simply chuckled and kept driving. When we finally reached my place, Dmitri pulled into the gate and turned to me as he pulled the car to a stop, “Are you sure you can make it inside?” I scoffed, pushing the car door open and stepping outside, “I’m not a child, Dmitri.” “Could have fooled m
♛ Aurora: “So what would you like to have? Tea to calm your nerves? Coffee to make you stronger for the day, or just the usual yogurt?” Trish asked the moment I walked inside the kitchen. I glanced down at the time in my wristwatch, it was already 10 A.M. I had slept in and she didn't bother to wake me up at all. “I'm not hungry, Trish. I'll have just water. And besides I'm already late.” I said as I walked past her and headed straight to the refrigerator. “Oh, no, no, no. You would not be leaving this house until you have something. Water would not be enough to put you through the day. I made some pancakes and there’s honey over there. If you aren't hungry for pancakes, that's completely fine. There’s bacon and eggs too. If you don't want all that, that's fine, but then you'll have toast instead.” She drew out the last statement with a smile. I shook my head and brought out water from the refrigerator. I could clearly tell what Trish was trying to do, to take my mind
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♛Aurora:Her words hit me straight in my chest. I glanced up at her, and the question worrying and wrapping itself around my heart slipped out. “And what if I can’t?” Her eyes softened even more, and she smiled, squeezing my hand again. “Then I’ll be right here, reminding you until you can.” I didn’t realize how much I needed to hear that until the words left her lips. I swallowed the lump in my throat, nodded, and took another bite of my pancake. I ate slowly. Trish watched me with a pointed expression, arms still crossed over her chest like she was ready to pounce if I dared to stop. It was both endearing and slightly frustrating, but I knew she meant well. I swallowed the last bite of pancake and pushed the tray slightly forward. “There. Happy now?” I asked, wiping my mouth with a napkin. “Ecstatic,” she replied, her lips twitching into a bright smile. “Now, go get ready for the day.” She said as she brushed her fingers through her disheveled hair. “Your hair look
♛Aurora: The message kept ringing continuously in my head, even as I got into my car and drove down the street. Even as I stopped my car in front of the cafe and walked down the curb, entering inside it. Even as I spotted Adrian sitting by one of the seats close to the window. But the moment he looked up at me, all my fears somehow settled away from me, and I pushed back everything sitting down on me to the back of my head as I approached his seat by the window. I pressed my lips into a thin line, and kept walking further. The smell of warm coffee filled my nostrils. Adrian straightened slightly when I reached his table, his dark eyes searched mine. “Rory,” he called out to me carefully. “Adrian.” I sat down across from him, folding my hands in my lap. My fingers were trembling, so I pressed them against my thighs. My heart raced against my chest, in a way I didn't want it to. I looked up at him again, and it was at that moment I finally saw him. The dark circles under
♛ Aurora: “The simplest misunderstanding could crack even the strongest of relationships. At times it's just better to let things go than go round and round. Rough.” My heart dropped to my stomach when I read the first message. I staggered on my footsteps as I rushed out of my room, hitting my shoulders on the wall but hardly feeling any pain as I turned down the hallway and rushed towards Trish’s room. Before I could get there another message came in, and this time it stopped me dead in my tracks. “Did you ever try to find out the person behind the wheels? Not your accident. I mean, hit and run with your mom, or don't you think it’s important to seek justice for her dead poor soul?” The last sentence felt like a bucket of water had been splashed on my face, as it knocked me back to the image of my mother being rushed to the hospital with blood on her clothes, her face, her fingers. There was blood everywhere. My fingers gripped my phone tightly, trying to hold myself back to t
♞ Adrian: I wasn’t planning to stop. I had every intention of driving straight home, taking a long-ass shower, and figuring out what the hell I was going to do to make things right with Rory. But the next thing I knew, my hands had turned the wheel and my car rolled to a halt in front of Leon’s place. My phone buzzed in my pants, and I stepped out of the car, closing the door shut behind me before I brought the phone out and checked who was calling. I halted in my steps when I noticed it was Christian. I slid the answer button before pressing the phone to my ear, “What's it?” I asked the moment I answered. There was shuffling from the other end, before he finally spoke out, “I got in touch with the guy for the tracking.” I ran my fingers through my hair and released a deep breath before asking, “And what’s the update on it?” Christian didn't answer immediately, and after a long quiet moment he finally answered, “I'll text you the details in five minutes.” “Alri
♛ Aurora: “I can't do this,” I whispered, more to myself, but loud enough for him to hear me. I couldn't even concentrate on driving while I was on my way home. And it was all because of him. To make it all worse, Lucy's attempt at planting seeds of doubts in my head had somehow worked. I couldn't think. My heart felt like it was being shredded into tiny pieces, and it tore me apart. I was so tired of all this. And despite all the love I had in my heart for him, it was a pity that he didn't trust our love so much to be able to completely be honest with me. What on earth could he be keeping to himself that wasn't worth me knowing? Nothing, absolutely nothing serious. The only ever thing that had tore me apart in my years of living was my parents' death, because they left me all alone. Second to that was my divorce with Adrian. And third, was the child I lost. There was nothing else he could say that could destroy me so much that it would break our very fragile relations
♞ Adrian: I scrubbed my hands over my face, fingers digging into my eyes until I saw stars. My phone sat on the passenger seat, and I glanced at it, fingers itching to pick it up and call again. The last call had gone unanswered. The one before that too. I’d sent her a message. And it was simple, stupid, and fucking desperate. ‘I’m outside. Can we talk? I just need five minutes.’ Nothing back. I glanced through the car glasses, and my gaze fell on the windows of her house. Maybe she wasn’t home. Or she was and she’d seen my message and rolled her eyes and tossed her phone into a drawer. God, I wouldn’t blame her. I was parked across from her house, my car engine off, with my hands gripping the steering wheel. I had brushed my fingers through my hair countless times that it was all disheveled. My fingers tapped on the steering wheel, searching for something to keep my concentration in check. It didn’t work. I was still unraveling. She hadn’t answered my calls. I co
♛ Aurora: Just thinking about the look in his eyes before he stepped out pulled my heartstrings. Not in a soft way, but in a cruel one. I gripped the steering wheel tighter and a deep breath escaped my lips. Adrian’s words played in my mind continuously. And then all he left me with was, ‘I’m sorry.’ Like that would do anything, or make it all better. No explanation. No assurance. Just that. I blinked hard, pushing the lump in my throat back where it came from. I shouldn’t have expected anything different. I knew Adrian wasn’t the kind of man who let people in easily, I had known that since I met him, he wouldn't let people know him that deep, especially not when he was hurting. But still... part of me had hoped. Naively.Foolishly. We’ve been together for more than half a decade, so all this wasn't supposed to be something we still bothered about. What was worse than being shut out was being almost trusted. As if I had earned enough of his heart to be touched
♛ Aurora: The air between us suddenly felt so tight. As if sensing my discomfort, Adrian released a deep sigh and his gaze dropped to where his fingers were. Without another word, he simply reached out and buttoned my shirt for me, after fixing my collar he pulled away from me and sat down on the other end of the couch. My gaze remained on the ceiling for a long moment. I couldn't get up. Rather, I couldn't bring myself to. The feeling in my chest was swallowing me whole and I couldn't do nothing about the ache. It was crazy, all these… I thought we were doing better, and that based on past mistakes that made us lose things we never wanted to, we weren't supposed to go through this path again. But somehow, Adrian still didn't trust me enough to be able to handle whatever he was keeping away from me. Different situations, same instances. I couldn't breathe. Suffocation wrapped itself around me, holding me so tightly. The same feeling and fear I didn't think I would ever f
♛ Aurora: My breasts pressed against his hard, warm abs and a shiver rolled through me. I wanted his shirt off. God, I wanted it off. He ran his face up and down my neck, as though savouring the moment. I had no idea when he reached for my buttons and slowly unbuttoned them. His large hands slid down my stomach, and trailed circles around my navel. I wanted him to go lower, but just as his fingers reached my trousers they slid back up. My skin burned beneath his palm when he touched the bare curve of my waist. His other hand cradled my thigh, my skirt bunched high. He pulled back just slightly, only an inch, resting his forehead against mine. My breath was unsteady. My hands didn't stop roaming. My lips didn’t stop aching. His erection pressed against the inside of my thigh, and if he would only step forward a few inches, it would be right where I wanted it, and needed it. I swayed, my eyes heavy-lidded, when a solid grip came to the side of my neck to hold me still whi
♛ Aurora: Unlike the soft kiss from last night, this one was demanding in a different way. In an entirely different way. Adrian clung to me, pulling our bodies closer to each other as he tilted his head and deepened the kiss. He nibbled my lower lips softly, demanding for access into my mouth. My eyes flickered open and landed on his closed eyes, like he was pouring out every single conflicted emotion he was feeling into the kiss. I opened my mouth slowly, giving him access and soon as I did, Adrian's tongue slid into my mouth, searching for mine. He looked like he wanted to say something to me, but was finding it difficult to voice and instead chose this method of clinging to one another like our lives depended on it. “Adrian,” I called his name, not because I wanted to stop, but because I wanted him to talk to me instead of bottling whatever he was hiding. I swallowed the words stuck to my throat, when his hands which had been on my waist slid lower to my backside.
♞ Adrian: “Come in.” Rory’s voice answered from inside. My gaze dropped briefly to her assistant, who knocked and stepped aside. Gabriel's words from earlier rang continuously in my thoughts, and I fought hard to push them aside. Without a word, I pushed the door open and walked inside. The moment I did, my gaze locked on Rory’s. She was sitting behind her desk, a glass of water in hand, a thoughtful expression in her eyes. But the second her eyes met mine, something flickered. Something close to surprise at my sudden presence. I wasn’t sure. A warm feeling settled in my chest, and I spared her a small smile, which she returned, “Adrian.” The smile on my face vanished as quick as it came when I noticed the man sitting across from her, as he turned slightly, just enough for me to get a clear view of his face. My brows creased into a tight frown. What the fuck was he doing here? What was his name again, Nath? Norman? Noahm Actually, I didn't give a damn what his name was. F