Page 86 of Shades of You

“History is overrated,” I teased, pulling her close. “We’re writing our own story now. One page at a time.”

And then, as if the moment couldn’t get any more perfect, her arms wound around my neck, pulling me down into a kiss. It spoke of long nights and sunny days, of quiet moments and roaring passions. My heart filled to the brim, like it couldn’t contain the euphoria I was experiencing.

When we finally broke apart, breathless and grinning like fools, the world faded into a blur of colors and cheers.

“Ready for forever?” I asked with a thick, hoarse voice.

“I always have been,” she murmured back with her fingers tracing the line of my jaw.

As the sun watched over the festival, we sealed our vow with another kiss. It was a beginning, a declaration, and a promise made under the watchful eyes of flame trees and the approving roar of our families. The end of the old and the start of something brand new.

It was a shared excitement for the next chapter of ourlove story, for a Shakespearean tragedy we’d spun to have a happy ending.