Page 222 of Inside the Sun

We become a single body, a sphere of energy, our bliss incarnate.

And I don’t stop. I keep moving, drawing up wave after wave of pleasure out of us.

Sun’s breath catches again and again.

It feels like we’ve left our bodies entirely, I can see his energy-form dancing with mine, tangled in light and current, shimmering in a space beyond time.

Deep in ecstasy, I don’t know how long we stay like that, how long I rock inside his heat.

I can’t tell where I end and he begins. It’s transcendent. I can’t explain it, can’t put it into words.

But I know, we’re bound even tighter. Not just by the True Mate Bond, but by the deeper current, the ancient power that links purple alphas to rose omegas, or rose alphas, apparently.

The old stories say our ancestors were once one being, living in the ocean beneath the ice.

Split in two when the new humanity was created, these ancient magical warriors became two parts: purple alphas and rose omegas.

And now, in this act, we reclaim that unity. And it feels like real bliss.

I don’t know how long it lasts, how long we make love like this.

But when it’s over, we’re curled up in each other’s arms.

Only then do I start to purr, my own frequency, deep and embracing, washing gently over Sun’s. And it creates another kind of miracle.

Sun…doesn’tcry like he always did! Somehow, something inside him healed too. He’s calm and happy, as if that difficult chapter in him has finally closed.

It’s the most beautiful day of my life, by far.

The first day that feels… truly innocent. We’re both reborn in a way. And I know. I believe with every fiber of my being that from now on, we don’t have to live in fear. The road ahead is wide and bright, and we’ll walk it side by side. Forever.

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The next three days pass like a dream.

We eat. We rest. We make love. We walk in the garden. We talk about things that don’t matter. Sun has made a big decision. He’s not going to college, so he calls the dean’s office and tells them.

He also calls Jared to thank him. I overhear the conversation. It’s emotional.

Sun tells him he hopes he knows how grateful he is. That in those rare moments when he had contact with the outside world, he saw understanding in Jared’s eyes, and that meant everything. In a sea of darkness, just one small candle of kindness.

He ends the call wishing Jared a better future. But Jared doesn’t sound hopeful.

Afterward, Sun turns to me and says, "You know, the last time I prayed to Fate, a miracle happened. Blue survived the attack. Maybe it’s childish to think my prayer changed anything in theweb of cause and effect… but I want to believe it at least sent out some good energy. That’s why I want to pray to Fate for Jared. I want to believe his path can still change too."

I watch him for a moment. Well, I’m not religious myself, but I get why people need to believe there’s something out there, something watching over us, giving our lives some kind of meaning.

But it’s hard to believe in that after seeing whole villages slaughtered by the NFH militants, their cruelty, their brutality.

But who knows? Maybe thereissome kind of meaning to all of this, even if it’s a tragic one?

I open my mouth to say something, but he beats me to it.

"Jared and I… we both walked into our respective hells of our own free will. We have only ourselves to blame. The self-destruction due to stupidity."

I step closer, closing the space between us, and pull him into a firm embrace.

"No. Don’t do that to yourself, Sun. Don’t think like someone broken by life. Don’t turn bitter. Don’t kill your own spirit with regretted actions. I know this sounds messed up, but if it weren’t for the hellish road you ended up on… we never would’ve met."

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