I had already fallen like never before, and for the first time, it was a fall that felt safe. It wasn’t a dangerous fall, it was a fall that would make me beg for more, for the magic to last for forever.
It was her, the way I drowned in her eyes confirmed it. She was the love of my life after all. She saved me in every way that a person could be saved.
Genevieve Heart.
“Let’s go home.” I said, looking into her magical eyes.
“But your sister...” I hated the doubtful tone in her voice.
“I’m sure I’ll find her again when the time is right. Right now, all I need, all I want, isyou.”
Taking her hand into mine, we fly together.
The second time we met, we made a promise to walk. But now, I could fly by her side. Something I had desired for so long.
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What felt like halfway home, the sun had set and the sky had turned dark. At that moment, I couldn’t wait, I needed to be closer to her.
Taking a steady grip around her, I captured her body close to mine and let us fall to the ground, only for me to let out my wings right before slamming against it.
“Never do that again!” She laughs, pointing her finger at me like a scolding mother.
Hearing her laugh again makes my body tense, that sweet little bell creating music for my ears. I could never grow tired of hearing that lovable sound, matter of fact I’d like to hear it every part of my awake time.
With our lips crashing together, our bodies fall to the soft grass. And there we laid, admiring each other with eyes full of love and praise. Time around us had stopped as we were lost in one another, finally being together again.
The taste of her sweet lips still lingered and it was a taste I never wanted to get rid of.
Lying in the grass, surrounded by flowers, it doesn’t take long before we fall asleep out of exhaustion while watching the beautiful stars, her body finally being pressed against mine once again.
Chapter 42
Genevieve
Waking up before Ector as the sun rose once again, it felt safe to breathe out. He was here. It wasn’t a dream. He had come back to me and he was sleeping peacefully right by my side. His manly scent was surrounding him and it didn’t take long before I felt like I was finally home. I was safe.
Underneath that joy that was spreading through me with ease now that Ector was back, I couldn’t ignore the feeling of betrayal. Esme had been around us all this time.
She had let us believe that she was dead. My life had felt hopeless. I had blamed myself for almost a year, I had been telling myself that it was all my fault. I wasn’t good enough to save her, that’s why she was gone.
The reminder came every single day, letting me know how I had failed as a big sister. As the oldest, you needed to protect. But even that was something I couldn’t do.
How could she have left without saying a thing? Taking farewell? How could she have left us in misery? What was so important that you had to fake your own death?
Something I hadn’t let myself feel before was now growing in me, and it was anger, rage.
The questions left in me held no answers.Why?I hated it. It was thewhy’sthat would drive me insane, because there was no answer to it unless Darcelle or Esme herself could answer it.
I didn’t want to hate her. There must be a good reason she did something like this, right? She wouldn’t want to hurt the people who loved her with all their heart?
Something must’ve happened to her that she didn’t let me know about, something that was too awful to voice out loud. But that thought only made me worry even more than I had before. Because what if something awful actually had happened to her and she kept it all to herself?
Suddenly, my heart pounded faster and my body could fall apart any second. She was my baby. I didn’t want her to go through things all on her own. And the thought of her choosing to sacrifice everything she knew and leave it all behind rather than speaking her truths... It haunted me. And it would continue doing so until I got the answers that I needed. And I needed them to come from her.
How was I going to explain this to my mother? What was I going to say? I didn’t even know if I would be capable of looking into her sweet eyes and telling her the truth. Because... I didn’t even know what was worse. The truth as we thought of it, that Esme had passed. Or the real truth, that her second born daughter had faked it all.
I truly didn’t know what would be the worst hearing as a mother. I didn’t want to rip up a wound that she had tried healing for almost a year. But I knew, and deep down she knew too, that the death of your child is nothing that could ever heal.
