Page 96 of Nemesync
Broken souls connect in ways others can’t grasp. It’s messy, angry, and selfless. But it’s also magical, raw, yet strangely beautiful. Our fractured pieces mirror light onto one another, like broken minds, interacting harmoniously without causing pain, embracing each other gently when they touch, without cutting through.
It’s comforting, in a twisted way, to see beauty in someone who’s struggling, as if it validates our own struggles.
And with him, I see it so clearly. He just gets it, because he’s been there himself. Maybe that’s why it’s been hard with him sometimes; he’s battling his own demons, maybe even harder than I am.
“You can be nice once in a while, you know that right?”
“Nice isn’t really my style,” he said. But then, unexpectedly, I caught a glimpse of it—a real smile. It was such a simple gesture, yet from him, it felt surprising. And aimed at me? It was a miracle.
With my heart racing, I edged closer to him, whispering, “Then surprise me.”
Our faces nearly touched, the air between us melted into a burning anticipation, and I could feel his struggle, his need for this simple contact, one breathe away from tasting it.
Justone.
His eyes locked on mine, but for a fleeting moment, they flickered down to my lips before he exhaled heavily, still sounding strangely breathless. “I’m trying to control myself here, Zanae. If I let go, I wouldn’t know how to stop myself from devouring every part of you.”
“Don’t stop yourself.” The words escaped my lips before I could second-guess them.
And in that instant, something shifted in his gaze.
Something unstoppable sparked between us, that deadly, intense tornado reaching a point where we couldn’t contain the chaos and devastation any longer.
His lips met mine in a tender, tentative kiss, his upper lip brushing against mine slowly, in something similar to a delicate wave.
In that moment, I couldfeelhim – every contour of his lips, the warmth of his breath against my skin, the softness of his features under my hands.
But it wasn’t just his lips; his long fingers traced the curve of my cheek, then my nape.
He was touching my neck, and for the first time, it didn’t trigger anything.
I just felthim, not anyone else.
There was no noise in my head, only the sound of his breathing and his heart, in sync with mine, in sync with his nemesis.
His kiss was gentle yet hungry, filled with things we couldn’t put into words.
“Tell me to leave you alone,” he begged, his breath shaky as he pulled away.
“Please stay.”
With those words, I kissed him back, my hands finding the back of his neck. His skin was warm, smooth, and so responsive to my touch.
He inhaled, I exhaled.
There was a silent pact in the air, a mutual understanding of the gravity of this moment.
He kissed me, and I kissed him back.
He saw me, when I couldn’t even look at my reflection.
He found me, when I wanted to disappear.
I wanted to thank him for this, for tonight, for making me feel seen when I thought people were blind to my pain.
But the words got lost in my head. Instead, I closed my eyes and rested my forehead against his.
He placed my hand back on his neck, breathless but so demanding, his voice a whisper of desire.
