Page 135 of Nemesync
From the window I could see water.
The sea. Freedom.
Our escape with Luna. I wondered if she would be proud of me, finding life again in the arms of someone who initially sought to end me.
Destiny is a living comedy sometimes, because at the end of the day, he’s the one who’s taking care of me, making me smile, laugh, healing me—the one who makes me forget about my own struggles.
Sadness and nostalgia filled my soul. She would’ve loved him, thinking everything he does is proof of romance.
She always said that a good man isn’t the one trying to save the world every time; it’s the one willing to destroy it for his lover, because she’s his world.
She deserved that kind of love too.
I miss her so much.
If only you were still here Luna, we could have come back to swim together.
Elijah
Her amber eyes sparkled while she fixated on the sea, her love for it escaping her beautiful lips in a small breath, “It’s beautiful.”
I just nodded, pretending that our destination wasn’t already set in my mind. Her hand rested in mine, and I pressed a tender kiss to her knuckles, savoring the taste of her skin.
A few moments later, I parked near the beach, and a small smile played on my lips, “Get out of the car, Milaya.”
She stepped out, looking around, and before she could react, I scooped her up into my arms, her little giggle mingling with the delicate breeze, making my fucking heart burst. This little shit never said a thing before her, and now, he can’t shut up.
With her in my arms, I walked toward the shore.
“Now we’re alone.”
She just laughed and I removed her dress with one hand to throw it as far as possible, left a small kiss on the top of her chest, and did the same with my shirt and pants. The waves danced under the light of the stars and the moon, and without hesitation, I waded into the water, still holding her in my arms.
It was so cold. The fresh sea engulfed us, making Zanae let out a small cry; her eyes widened with a delightful feeling, satisfying my insatiable need to see her eyes inflamed like that all the time.
“You’re crazy.”
I smiled, “I am.”For you.
I twirled her in the water, the drops sparkling like diamonds on her porcelain skin; she looked like a celestial creature, non-human, it can’t be possible. Her hair was soaked as she started to swim, and I followed her even further into the water.
She genuinely smiled, and I was the cause of that smile, and it felt so fucking good.
“I feel so good in the water,” she murmured, gazing softly at the moon.
I feel so good with you, I thought to myself, but instead of replying, I brought her closer and kissed her. Her legs wrappedaround my waist as I secured her, gripping her neck,I loved her neck.
I lift her out of the water, her legs still around me, her head on my chest.
We were soon on the shore, wet sand sticking to our feet, the cold air brushing our skin. Her laughter persisted, and I loved that sound; I would give anything to hear it again.
I was the one making her feel free and joyful, and I never thought I would find myself on my knees for a woman. But her? She was worth it, the best remedy that life could offer to a damaged soul like mine.
She was like salvation for the Devil himself.
I didn’t think someone could understand me, broken and dark as I am, but she does. She sees me for who I am, and she understands that I didn’t choose to be that way.
We settled on the sand, waves brushing our feet.
