Alexander: Alexander's Story (Spearhead Lake Book 4)

by E.L. Stevens

“When I tell you I love you, Emma,” he turns to look at me, reigniting a flame that’s dwindled since I came home, “I mean it. I love who you are. I love who we are. I love that there’s no one else in this entire world who knows me like you. And even when you didn’t know me, you showed me a capacity for love I didn’t know existed yet.”

“Even when I was the one in the wrong, you apologized, Em.”

“I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing, Em. But I do know you’re the only person on Earth worth trying for.”

“I’m not done loving you, I promise.”

That’s what this was for me. Lightning. It never strikes in the same place twice. This feeling with her is like nothing before and will likely best anything after. This was my once. If I thought I had it before, I was wrong. It was this. No earthly words could ever describe how I feel towards her, how I feel at this moment. They simply didn’t exist.

At this moment, I feel with absolute clarity that this was where I was meant to be. That this is where I belong. Where I have always belonged. It’s not hard when it’s right. She was my home, but more than that, she was my shelter. She was my best friend and the only person I trusted wholly. Emma, Wherever you are, is where I’d want to be. Wherever you go, I’d happily follow. Whatever you do, I’d be right behind you. I sigh. Never done.

Our story wasn’t one of love at first sight. Though maybe it was a little for me. No, it was recognition at first sight. I saw him. And he saw me. Not as I was. Not as some diner waitress, but as me. He saw Emmaline with the gentle soul, and she saw Alexander, the warrior. The good man. It was yin and yang finding each other after years of loneliness and despair. And so our lives merged in the same fashion. It wasn’t violent and fast. It was a melding. A slow transition to be reacquainted with the other half of you. There was a push and pull to our story, highs and lows, ins and outs, but I always thought it was us in the end. But it wasn’t. He held my body tight against his until sunrise, when I felt our spell break.

I was still holding on. To him. To the idea of us. To the hope that I’m his tomorrow, and he’s mine. And if I rolled over, I knew definitively those dreams would die.

Emma was the salve that healed you. She was joy. She was the essence of my life. And now she’s gone.

sometimes missing you is the only thing that reminds me I’m still alive.”

“Sitting in the cove with you was the first time I ever felt truly free and safe. I feel that with you all the time. I feel happy when you let me take care of you. I feel joy every time you laugh.

Why?” She strokes my face in turn, “Why do you keep me out?”

“Because you’ll be disappointed if I...