I+K (Part-3)
I couldn't believe my eyes. I reread the words hoping that I was hallucinating, having not slept the whole night. I rubbed my eyes hoping that it could somehow be tricking me into imagining things of my own accord.
But the words refused to change.
How? How could he do this to me? He promised. How could he? I was anguished, nearly driven to tears by mere words on a page.
“No. No, I refuse to believe this. It's a lie, he could never do this to me. No.” I muttered furious, flipping back a page and rereading from the previous page.
I let out a strangled cry, throwing my copy of ‘The Last Sacrifice’ across the room, before struggling to my bedroom door.
Tears were running down my face now. I couldn't believe a fictional character had just broken my heart.
Even after me having sacrificed my sleep over the book, the book had managed to make me bawl. Why was the author doing this to me? What had I ever done to her?
With a rather blurry vision and heaving sobs wrecking my body, I stumbled downstairs and threw myself face first onto the couch.
“Isabella? What are you…….hey! Don't get your snot on the couch, we just bought it, remember?” mum admonished. She was bustling around in the kitchen, busy cooking.
“Umm, do you want me to add the sprinkles now, or after we refrigerate it?” asked Kai, who I hadn't realised was here. Making my head shoot up.
“After.” my mother replied, looking over at my sudden action.
I quickly sat up to watch them work together in the kitchen. They were baking cupcakes, maybe for the reading club. Both of them had a serious sweet tooth, they might have been baking just for themselves. Who knew.
Kai looked up at me and waved a flour covered hand at me. I waved back before slumping back on the sofa with my torso hanging off the edge, my favorite sulking position.
“Oh god, she's sulking isn't she?” whispered mum, thinking that I wouldn't be able to hear her.
I saw Kai nod with a small smile on his face.
He cocked an eyebrow at her, asking her for something. She nodded and he turned to the sink, washing his hands.
A minute later, I was pulled off the couch and being carried to the kitchen by a warm pair of arms.
Kai held me close, his arms around me secure, before he set me down on the kitchen counter.
“Did he die?” he asked, looking concerned.
He was standing with his hands on the counter on my side, his head leaned into mine.
I breathed in, getting a lung-full of the atmosphere that surrounded Kai. He always smelled like cinnamon buns, sweet and spicy at the same time.
I shook my head. A slight shake, not wanting to disturb the warmth that had fallen over me like a blanket of fresh snow.
“Then what happened, love?” he was so concerned, it pulled at my heartstrings.
He cared nothing about the book, I knew that. He'd vowed to stay away from all kinds of vampire fiction after the Twilight fiasco.
He swore it had ruined the idea of vampires for him.
“He said that love fades. And that his has. He doesn't love me anymore. He said he doesn't love Rose.” I whispered, looking him in the eye with a new volley of tears gushing down my face.
Kai sighed, wiping my wet cheek, he placed a kiss on my forehead.
“He's lying. Trust me on this, love. Dimitri Belikov is a liar.” Kai insisted, his face set in a serious expression.
“Will that happen to us?” I wondered out loud unable to help myself. I knew I would die of heartbreak if Kai stopped loving me someday.
I heard his sharp intake of breath at my words and regretted voicing my thoughts .
He was shaking his head, rather fervidly. It looked more like he was trying to forget the words rather than disagree.
“Kai, it's okay. I wasn't thinking.” I assured wanting to end the internal conflict that seemed to be plaguing him.
“Isa, you should know this. I love you. And I will love you till the day my molecules exist in this universe. And even after we turn back into stardust and all that's left of our world is a giant nebula, and even if I am incapable of human emotion or a coherent thought process, I will still love you.”
I gawked at him, stunned by the intensity of his words. I felt the tug in the pit of my stomach resurrecting a million butterflies.
“I know I'm not promising you a forever, but I am promising you a bit of an infinity.”
He looked earnest, and oh-so-honest that I caught him by his waist and pressed a kiss to his lips, trying my best to show him that I reciprocated his love. Without as much eloquence maybe, but with the same intensity.
He matched my intensity, holding me against him, encompassing me in his delicious warmth.
Until we broke apart.
I raised my eyebrows in question. Why was he stopping already?
He gestured towards my mother, who had stopped working and was looking at us with teary eyes and a huge smile.
And next to her stood my brother, who nobody had told me was supposed to have come back today, gawking at us.
Oh crud!
But the words refused to change.
How? How could he do this to me? He promised. How could he? I was anguished, nearly driven to tears by mere words on a page.
“No. No, I refuse to believe this. It's a lie, he could never do this to me. No.” I muttered furious, flipping back a page and rereading from the previous page.
I let out a strangled cry, throwing my copy of ‘The Last Sacrifice’ across the room, before struggling to my bedroom door.
Tears were running down my face now. I couldn't believe a fictional character had just broken my heart.
Even after me having sacrificed my sleep over the book, the book had managed to make me bawl. Why was the author doing this to me? What had I ever done to her?
With a rather blurry vision and heaving sobs wrecking my body, I stumbled downstairs and threw myself face first onto the couch.
“Isabella? What are you…….hey! Don't get your snot on the couch, we just bought it, remember?” mum admonished. She was bustling around in the kitchen, busy cooking.
“Umm, do you want me to add the sprinkles now, or after we refrigerate it?” asked Kai, who I hadn't realised was here. Making my head shoot up.
“After.” my mother replied, looking over at my sudden action.
I quickly sat up to watch them work together in the kitchen. They were baking cupcakes, maybe for the reading club. Both of them had a serious sweet tooth, they might have been baking just for themselves. Who knew.
Kai looked up at me and waved a flour covered hand at me. I waved back before slumping back on the sofa with my torso hanging off the edge, my favorite sulking position.
“Oh god, she's sulking isn't she?” whispered mum, thinking that I wouldn't be able to hear her.
I saw Kai nod with a small smile on his face.
He cocked an eyebrow at her, asking her for something. She nodded and he turned to the sink, washing his hands.
A minute later, I was pulled off the couch and being carried to the kitchen by a warm pair of arms.
Kai held me close, his arms around me secure, before he set me down on the kitchen counter.
“Did he die?” he asked, looking concerned.
He was standing with his hands on the counter on my side, his head leaned into mine.
I breathed in, getting a lung-full of the atmosphere that surrounded Kai. He always smelled like cinnamon buns, sweet and spicy at the same time.
I shook my head. A slight shake, not wanting to disturb the warmth that had fallen over me like a blanket of fresh snow.
“Then what happened, love?” he was so concerned, it pulled at my heartstrings.
He cared nothing about the book, I knew that. He'd vowed to stay away from all kinds of vampire fiction after the Twilight fiasco.
He swore it had ruined the idea of vampires for him.
“He said that love fades. And that his has. He doesn't love me anymore. He said he doesn't love Rose.” I whispered, looking him in the eye with a new volley of tears gushing down my face.
Kai sighed, wiping my wet cheek, he placed a kiss on my forehead.
“He's lying. Trust me on this, love. Dimitri Belikov is a liar.” Kai insisted, his face set in a serious expression.
“Will that happen to us?” I wondered out loud unable to help myself. I knew I would die of heartbreak if Kai stopped loving me someday.
I heard his sharp intake of breath at my words and regretted voicing my thoughts .
He was shaking his head, rather fervidly. It looked more like he was trying to forget the words rather than disagree.
“Kai, it's okay. I wasn't thinking.” I assured wanting to end the internal conflict that seemed to be plaguing him.
“Isa, you should know this. I love you. And I will love you till the day my molecules exist in this universe. And even after we turn back into stardust and all that's left of our world is a giant nebula, and even if I am incapable of human emotion or a coherent thought process, I will still love you.”
I gawked at him, stunned by the intensity of his words. I felt the tug in the pit of my stomach resurrecting a million butterflies.
“I know I'm not promising you a forever, but I am promising you a bit of an infinity.”
He looked earnest, and oh-so-honest that I caught him by his waist and pressed a kiss to his lips, trying my best to show him that I reciprocated his love. Without as much eloquence maybe, but with the same intensity.
He matched my intensity, holding me against him, encompassing me in his delicious warmth.
Until we broke apart.
I raised my eyebrows in question. Why was he stopping already?
He gestured towards my mother, who had stopped working and was looking at us with teary eyes and a huge smile.
And next to her stood my brother, who nobody had told me was supposed to have come back today, gawking at us.
Oh crud!
(More cheesy romance from 2017. I'm establishing myself as a person who writes cringey stuff and I kinda don't regret it. 17 year-old me had so much fun imagining all these supposedly romantic scenarios to make up for all the things she thought she was missing out on in life and Dimitri Belikov did break my heart. Curse you Richelle Mead for ruining my bae for me. I'm not sorry about that. To be honest, I've just always found writing romance to be easier than writing action. Fair warning: more cringey romance to come. Until then, adiós.)
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