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“I might not be the type of monster they were to you, but I’m still a monster nonetheless.”
“You’re my monster. My protector. You stood up for me, even killed for me, and that’s something no one has ever done… and probably never will again.”
His gaze softens, the contours of his face relaxing. “No one will ever hurt you again, Aspen. I vow, on my life, on my sister’s, on my mother’s lives, that no one will get to you ever again. So long as there’s blood pumping through my veins and air in my lungs, I will protect you. Tell me you understand that? Tell me that no matter what happens in the future, you will remember that.”
“I’ll protect you from everyone and everything, no matter what. Always remember that.”
“Letting someone you love go is the hardest thing you will ever have to do.” “I don’t—” I can’t even say it out loud. Many lies have passed my lips today, but I can’t say this one out loud. Fuck, I love Aspen. I love her, and now I have to forget about her. I have to let her go to keep her safe, and keeping my mother and sister safe is the most important thing in the world.
The fierce-looking bear looks realistic from afar, but close up, it looks almost abstract, with harsh lines that shouldn’t be there but somehow belong. His fur turns into an angry pattern, which perfectly hides the name I asked him to integrate. Aspen.
“Don’t ever do something like that again. I almost lost you once. I can’t risk losing you again, and especially not because you tried to save me.” “Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do,” I growl back. “Fucking Christ, Aspen.” He shakes his head, sending locks of brown hair flying while some remain stuck to his clammy forehead. “The idea of losing you kills me. Don’t sacrifice yourself for me.”
“I picked the lotus because even when its roots are in the dirtiest of waters, it still somehow finds a way to bloom into a beautiful flower.”
I just want you to know that I see your strength. I know the waters are dark, and it’s hard to wade through the darkness sometimes, but you’re strong, and in the end, you will bloom into a beautiful flower.”
Yes, our love was born from hate, but aren’t the best love stories born in some type of tragedy? Is it really love if you don’t have to fight for it to some degree?
As much of a whirlwind as this has been, inside, I know it was always meant to be this way. She was always going to be mine. There was never a choice. She belongs to me.
“I love you. I always will. You’re the only thing I care about in this world. You have my name, but you’ve had my heart much longer than that. And I intend to devote the rest of my life to you. My wife.”
