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A curl of bone-chilling air ruffled through rattling the dried leaves, the noise of heels clicking, and the rolling wheels of the stretchers were chiming around.

"Did you know me, Ian? Before we met at the amusement park?"

The black pupil was swallowing the crystal blue in his eyes, the tips of his finger sunk deeper into my waist pulling into his inescapable possessive hold.

"Ian," I shook holding on to his shirt, his dilated pupil withdrew to its initial position revealing gorgeous blue in them.

"This void look of yours..." I trembled as I poked out a finger, "It's frightening," I let out, tilting my head, brows pulled together in fear. The startling change in his aura combined with the emptiness on his face didn't settle well.

"Answer me," I asked jerking him.

"No," Was his answer as he snaps his gaze away, his facial features were almost robotic that made me wonder if he's the same person.

"Lie."

"I said, no," He says glaring dangerously, jaws were set firm.

"Your lying, Ian."

"Stop it!" He hissed, the sharpness in his tone stung like harsh thorns, my heart shrunk with disappointment. I look away glaring at the fountain brimming over with water.

Moments later, a weak breath let out by him reached my ears. "Raine?" He called softly, I ignored him and continued focusing on the water. He let go of my palm, I felt his hand on my chin.

"Raine... look at me," He said, his voice sweeter and lovelier than the humming of a loon bird compelling me to listen to him.

He angles my face, my eyes drifted meeting him. "What?" I asked grumpily.

"Sometimes Raine, life could be peaceful if certain things are left undiscussed and undisturbed." He said, draping the right side of my face into the warm blanket of his hand that made my breath hitch.

"Why do you get to decide that?"

My inner palm was pressed straight on his pounding chest. "Do you trust me, Raine?"

I pass him a long nod enclosing the little space between us, raucous calculations and predictions on what he might say were roaring inside of me.

"Then trust me when I say, this is not the right time to discuss this, trust me when I say, things wouldn't be promising after you to hear what I would say," He said, in a dead-serious tone carrying a fierce look that was freaking intimidating.

As much as I wanted to know about the things he was hiding, I wouldn't force him. That's just not me.

"I'll be waiting for that day when you would willingly tell me everything," I mumbled, exhaling deeply in an attempt to let things that were bugging me along with the breath of air.

He bends down and pressed his lips on our entwined hand making sure not to touch the needle that was still latched on my hand, and the little noise emitted from his action pierced sweetly into my ears.

I giggled inwardly.

"Let's go," A sleek back car slides in.

"But where are we even going?" I asked, trying my best to let the excitement of going out after these sick and arduous months overpower the fear.

"You'll know," A short reply came from him.

I turned facing him, "Oh, I've heard this line before," I told, laughing evilly all the while striving not to redden remembering about that day we spent together all alone in the glow worm cave, and you'll know is the exact word he used when I inquired about the place he was taking me.

"What do I do with you, Raine?" He chuckled wriggling his head watching me with a delightful smile that melts me down like an ice cream every frecking time.

"Ah! Umm..maybe, buy me some Som Tam? Extra spicy, if I may add." I slurped licking my lip, eye-bulging off in glee thinking about it.

A glare deadly enough to massacre anyone before him lurked on his striking face, I cringed battling to hide the broad smile creeping up.

"Okay-okay, stop glaring sir, I'm sorry," I muttered sheepishly pulling the tip of my tongue in between my teeth.

"Let's go," He shook his head, a small smile tugging his lip.

"With pleasure." I glanced at him through the corner of my eye.

Jacob was driving the car at the speed of a snail, I would have had a tough time controlling my anxiety if not for him who soothingly stroked my arm.

His smile repeatedly flashed before me.

"Your smile has some magic in it that can bring a person out of their darkest day, and I am no exception to it," I say lifting my head from his shoulder, we moved a little when he rearranged his hold around me.

He connected his forehead against mine for a few invaluable moments, I gleamed being pleased with his touch and a tinge of his smell.

Things were dead silent for a few seconds, as we drowned into each other, later, the door was clicked open, he stepped out and assisted me as well.

"Careful, women." The lameness in his voice surprisingly excited me, I took pride in how comfortable and cozy we were with each other.

My eyes scanned through the dark surrounding.

Church.

"Church?" I asked, taking a whiff of the exotic aroma, my heart bloomed with an overwhelming essence of elation and ecstasy.

"This place brings me peace," He said, looking around. "I thought it will refresh your mind and bring calmness in you."

You are my serenity amidst this chaos.

But I'd rather not tell him, "This is just what I need," I reassured.

"I know," He nods with a tint of satisfaction filling him up.

We entered the church passing through the giant bronze door that had tiny statues of saints and priests.

The stillness in this place could defeat the silence of the deep and the vast ocean, tiny golden chandeliers were dangling above us, the striking reflection passing through the kaleidoscopic stained glass with silhouettes and flower patterns reflected on the polished marble floor.

We took unanimous steps through the aisle, and very dangerous images of us walking down the aisle in a different situation flashed before me.

Stupid, bitch! I yelled at myself.

"Wait," He grimaced, I got a glimpse of the confusion lingering in him.

I twirled my head towards our right gesturing for him to follow my gaze.

"You want to light a candle?" His grave voice vibrated across, waves of thin lines formed on his forehead when he raised his sharp and pointed brows.

"Yes,"

"As you wish, Raine, let's light the candles," He mumbled into my ears bending down after which he slides me across the aisle smoothly.

Once we reached the candle offering rack, I noticed two candles were gracefully burning inside the transparent glass goblet, this must have been lit by the old couple whose heads were bowed as they were offering their prayers.

Growing old with your one and only is indeed a blessing.

"Let me," He said and cuts my hand halfway through stopping me from picking up the lighting stick.

My gaze followed his every action as he reached out for the stick and held it before the flame until its tips were blazing with golden fire.

There were massive explosions inside me when our fingers brushed against one other when he passed on the burning stick, our hands and fingers were braided in an unbreakable hold for all this while, and yet this brief moment gives me butterflies that wrench my gut like it was the very first time.

"Ian?"

"Hold me," I motioned towards my hand. But he rather decides to stand like a sculpture watching me, left in the lurch, I closed my eyes chanting a small prayer.

Unexpectedly, a few moments later, something warm and soft snaked around my hand, my gaze raked upwards from the finger on top of my hand following it until I could see his mesmerizing glistening orb under the golden lights.

"Anything for you," He uttered, I suck in deeply freezing in my spot, I was hypnotized, I couldn't keep my eyes off him, and he didn't turn away as well making it hellish difficult for me to shift my gaze.

I flinched coming out of the trance as he guided me onward, our shoulders that were pressed scrunched downward as our hands stretched towards the candle.

We positioned the burning tip on the wick of the candle placed inside the goblet, the candle glows into life, golden light from the fire beamed out elegantly as it weaved left and right along with the loose strands of the wind.

I smiled looking at the candle and then him, nothing could be lovelier than the speck of fire from the candle reflecting on his blue iris.

I wonder what things would look like from the other end, how would he capture me right now.

"Done?" He questioned, I nod.

"Let's get going," He said, taking hold of my hand walking through the aisle, he took a seat beside me on the kneeler a few meters away from the alter.

There is indeed beauty in simplicity, and the simple of action with him is so special that made my heart full.

With eyes closed, head bowed, I offered my prayers to the almighty, this place drained all of the negativity and sprinkled calmness in me, and refreshed my mind like never before.

We walked out through the north transept, the familiar sweet scent I smelt while arriving was even stronger that left me stupefied.

The flower-kissed pathway welcomed us, I looked up to find the flowers on the branches of the cherry blossom tree were wavering their pink petals, dancing elegantly as the wind whistled around.

"This is gorgeous," I smiled tightening my hold, in taking a breath full of the intoxicating smell.

He snorts with an amused smile, "I'm tired, let's sit here for some time?" He bobs moving towards the park bench, I would have preferred sitting under the tree, but I was skeptical as I feared his rejection.

I scowled when he walked away from the bench, and he being he, answered my unasked question.

"Raine. It's written all over you that you want to sit under the tree."

"How do you know me so well?" I asked, he shrugged and supported me to sit down on the uneven, rough, and cold floor and while doing so I hit my elbow on the tree trunk. I had to bite my inner cheek swallowing the pain, and thanks to the heavens he didn't notice.

My back was pressed against the tree trunk and I wanted to lay my head on his chest.

"May I?" I was nervous as hell, He understands what I was trying to covey and tugged me in, I snuggled into him pressing my face on his thumping chest while mine was fluttering wildly.

This is heaven, my happy place.

I was feeling guilty thinking about Lilly, but knowing that this might be the last few special moments that we get to spend had made it a little less guilty.

He, my guilty pleasure.

"I have something for you," He mumbled, caressing my hair, I looked up.

A grey-colored rectangular object was tucked out from the inner pocket of his grey trench coat and I pluck it from him.

"A poetry book!" I huddled the book into my chest. "Thank you!" I grin burying my face into him.

I split the book into two and inhaled it, It had a mixture of vanilla and smoke. I went through random lines.

"Love You...Wild." He whispered continuing to stroke my hair, I could feel the small kiss he placed on the crown of my head, all of a sudden I couldn't breathe, I hide my face in between the pages of the book. I was on the verge of exploding, there were tingles and goosebumps everywhere.

I cleared my throat, hiding, smiling, and flushing under the pages, "It's Love Her Wild," My voice echoed funnily against the book. "The name of the book...it is Love Her Wild."

He slides the book down with his index finger, "Love Her Wild, indeed." The satanic smirk and mischievous look were way too hot for me to deal with.

"Will you read it for me?"

I know the hesitation that was lingering on him, and I was hell-bent on pursuing him.

"Please...please....please," I plead continuously.

He looked at my pleading face and blinked lightly with a curt nod, I grin viciously. Sharp and pointed noise cut through when he flipped the pages going through the inscribed words.

I cuddled further into his beating chest that acted like natural music.

"The stars on the sky
I used to grace with agony and sigh
But since the day you stumbled into my life
These stars brightened up just like your smile
And now I sit here with your warmth in my heart
Witnessed by the moon beaming at me from afar
This forever we have that paints up my blues
I know not of it, but I dream to live it by you
Just you"

Every word from him beamed into life slowly unraveling itself that gave me a weird sense of fulfillment, it felt like every letter, every word, and the meaning in those phrases were carefully curated picturing me, for me and me only.

And just like those words, I wish, I could have a forever that I could live it by him, just him.

And those were the exact words threatening to come out.

"I wish," I whispered mashing my face on his hot neck, clapping my free hand against his face. I was an emotional wreck, I become sensitive and emotional when I am with him, he brings this side of me.

"You wish?" He asked, urging me to complete, his breath blowing loudly against my ears.

"I wish.." My eyes were hot and burning.

"You wish?"

I couldn't get to reply as the strong cold wind splashed against my face, the fragile and delicate little pink petals of the sakura flowers rained us, caressing, and drenching us with its fragile fragrance, it was all over us, around us, it was even more beautiful under the dark sky. I laughed out pressing my face with his warm one's, his hand was on my waist holding me delicately.

"Ah! this...is stunning, I'm loving it!" The sound of the wind was so loud that I had to yell to make sure he hears. He chucked, a few of the petals caressed alongside our face, I closed my eyes relishing this moment.

"Every breath, every moment with you is stunning, and this-" He said motioning towards the flowers that were dancing around us, "is merely an enhancement to the enchanting moment we spend together." He removed a single petal from my forehead. I rested my forehead against his cheek pouring out all of my emotions that were welling up in my heart smiling uncontrollably.

He gave me so many reasons to smile so much that my cheeks were hurting.

All of a sudden, It felt like someone has cast an evil eye on us as this moment of ours was put to an end by something vicious.

Blood.

"Raine,"

Ian froze noticing the blood that was threatening to come out of the small tube attached due to my hyperactive behavior.

He immediately rushed me out of the church towards the black van standing out, he went from this sweet mode to the beast mode. I was surprised to find Tina in there, I didn't know that he had brought her along with us.

"I told him that it was not safe, but he wouldn't listen!" Tina grumbled treating my hand, I was happy that she blamed him.

I looked out of the window but there was no sight of him, "Tina, listen,"

"What?" She looked scared.

"Tina, I keep hearing a particular voice and words like she met him, her destiny. You need to tell me, Tina. Who was it? And what happened after my accident? Who brought me to the hospital?"

She looked horrified, I could see the sweat dripping down as she swallowed loudly.

"I wish I could help you, Miss. Ashton, but please don't force me,"

"Tina, please. You have to tell me, you are my last chance, my last hope! Please." I begged her, she sighed heavily

"I was on the night shift that night, it all started when we got an emergency call on that thundering night....." She opened up taking me back in time.

I sunk back puffing air through my mouth, I shuddered as she enlightened me with all of their struggle and the person responsible for bringing me back to life, the person who fought for my life, giving me a second chance.

It was him.

It was Ian.

It took me a few minutes to process everything, I inhaled and exhaled deeply calming myself, things were much more clear now, I smiled as Ian's face flashed even though my eyes were flooding with water.

Suddenly it strikes me.

The poem!

I vigorously searched through the pages of the poetry book, but couldn't find the one he read.

Which could mean only one thing.

The poem was penned by him.

"Remove this shit!" I said, pointing out towards the sling. Tina was skeptical but ended up complying.

I waddled out holding on to Taina's hand in search of him, I was yearning to see him when I finally found him, I couldn't move. I stand cemented where ever I was.

There he was on his knees, fingers interlaced and head bowed a few inches from the altar railing, probably praying for me.

I slant my head adoring him I let the tears flow freely not attempting to wipe them away.

"Ian," I whimper in a tone so low that only I could hear extending my arms for him, but my call reached him, he heard me as his head immediately whirled and that's when his eyes met mine.

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The lovely poem was penned by Ashes_and_Dust1202

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