AN: I decided to do short snippets of Garvez based on Beyoncé's lemonade album because I do love that album and it was on repeat when I was trying to write something else. These won't be in chronological order and it's slightly AU because Garvez isn't cannon and there's a time jump.
Chest beating, heart screaming, all I can feel is my love for you living in me.
Forgiveness has never been for the weak. I stare at you as you sleep and I can say confidently that I love and forgive you, even though it took sometime for the hurt to not seep into my being.
I can hear your breathing, your muscles relaxed with your broad shoulders- I can't say I'm surprised that she fell for you.
I fell for you the moment when we met at the elevators 5 years ago.
The memory plays again and it warms me, but now another memory assaults me- you and her in bed.
Shaking my head of that memory- rubbing your shoulders, fiddling with your hair waiting to erase that memory that has been burned into my mind.
"Babe, you're still awake?" Luke asked, eyes barely opened. Rubbing my clavicle naturally putting me at ease.
"Yeah, just thinking." I whisper, not looking up to his face.
"Oh. I know what you're thinking, and sorry doesn't cover it, I know that. But I am, and I do want to prove that I love you- truly, I also know that earning your trust is going to take time. I'm willingly to wait and be here for you- In ways I should've been months ago."
"I know that nothing real can be threatened. I've learned that true love could breathe salvation back into me. That with every tear came redemption and my torturer became my remedy." I say as I look into his deep brown eyes. I mean every word, I just want to love him. Be with him, allow him to see the hurt and lick the wounds with me. I bring my hands up to his face and kiss him fiercely, madly, truly.
I whisper, "How I miss you my love."
As we proceed to roll around and consume each other.
