May want to reread CH 21, for YOUR sake and mine. Changes have been made.
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Brooklyn's Heart
"A Small Wonder"
CH 22
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It began raining.
Pouring.
The air swirled with an overcast feeling, filling with a misty scent only mother earth could carry, that could bring anyone a mystifying feeling, overflowing with wonder and awe, as if a enchanted world was all around.
But it did not bring closure for Kayla, only a solitude her heart needed.
And despised.
It may have been four hours since Meow had left her or maybe only four minutes. She didn't know. After a while, Kayla pushed herself slowly away from the brick wall, walking into the deserted street, her head down. Her body was instantly drenched as she stood in the middle of the street.
Drenched tresses fell slowly across her cheeks as her delicate face drooped. Long, smooth arms hung limp as despair flowed softly through her veins. Her tender body grew more noticeable and praised, as it became soacked with the intense droplets; heavy clothing clung to her curves. Delicate, small fingers shook quietly in the gloomy pouring. Mourning lips quivered, unable to remain still as unquenchable pain made breathing a new challenge, a challenge that was not met whole-heartedly.
He once loved.
Kayla took in a shuddering breath, sniffing as tears began to mingle with the hard rain. Her nimble arms reached themselves up to wrap around each other, the cold beginning to reach her bones.
...fell in love...
The words would not leave her, they haunted her step, followed as a ghostly shadow, searching and cursing her mind, her head ringing with those hurtful and faulty words, plaguing her thoughts until all she wanted to do was cover her ears shrinking, screaming.
...going to go far...
...she left...
...Brooklyn was born...
...became cold...
...promised she'd come back...
...he's been waiting...
...You promised Alex...
...One promise you won't break...
Her clouded eyes suddenly flamed and reflected back to one thing pledged long before.
...I know this is one promise I won't break...
Kayla screamed, it wavering between a growl brimming with frustration and a cry overflowing with desperation.
And she ran.
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Spot ran out the back door, his head turning this way and that, searching for the girl in the darkness that wasn't there. Walking out of the shelter of the theater building he became instantly wet.
Growling, he cursed, "Shit."
Wiping his hair out of his eyes and face, he began the walk to the Manhattan building, considering that would be the one place she would likely go at this hour.
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That two-timing bitch!
He had lied all along!
She took a long hard swig from her large bottle of whiskey. Feeling the need to numb herself, Kayla had gotten one of the strongest drinks she had ever had, planning on getting piss drunk.
That bastard!
He had played her all along!
Striding purposely, her narrowed eyes filled with anger, she took another long gulp, and chucked the bottle to the wall side of her, not once faltering in her step. The bottle shattered instantly, it pieces flying in every which direction. Her fists clenched and unclenched, her muscles unused of late screamed with pleasure at the tingled soreness, eager and energized.
That womanizing arse!
He had only fooled around her for his own enjoyment!
Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth, her anger wanting to hurt something, even if it was her own self. Copper blood was soon tasted on her tongue, as well as the aftertaste of the strong whiskey. Her step was planned and smooth, staggering was from her body, even with the high intoxication in her bloodstream; Anger heightened her senses. She did not falter once.
Until now.
The one thought that could brake her hard resolve down from around her suddenly came to her mind, knocking the breathe out of her fragile body, making her slowly fall to the hard wet ground.
He loves another.
Not loved, but loves another.
As in present tense.
Her body shook with a shudder as sobs returned to release her body, but like the times before, crying did not solve her problems, only added realization to her cold frame. She was lying on her stomach, her arms close to the sides of her face. They had intended to break her fall but did not in the end; she had hit the cobble ground with enough force that she was bleeding without knowing it. But the physical pain did not seem to bother her nor constrict her mind. Her honey eyes searched widely around as harsh thoughts flew around behind them, making her finally shut them tight to heed them away, but they did not desert her, only came more in numbers.
Crying out, she slowly began to lift herself up, her body holding tight as pain shook her immensely. She bit her sore lip again, not wanting to cry out as she again fell to the stone floor. Trying once more she picked herself, and once more she fell hard back down.
Breathing heavily, her sobs became louder in the cold rain. Her right hand clenched and pounded the puddle floor, splashing her face and all around her. She wanted to get up and couldn't! Kayla knew she would surely drown if she did not get up soon; it was pouring too heavily and too fast. She could not give up; yet there was no way she could do this alone...
Alone.
She screamed in rage, feeling desperate.
That was what she was yet again. No one was there after all. No one would come; everyone left her alone to be taken by the nameless and soulless shadows.
Then, Kayla ceased moving, ceased trying, she just stopped and laid there, her dwindling tears mingled with fresh rain. Opening her eyes slowly, she realized she did not care if she could get up. There was too much pain and suffering in her life, she could not take it anymore, and it could all stop. There would be no more...
If she gave up.
So, she lay still as water kept rising on the street around her weak body. She thought back to those blue eyes, those such striking blue eyes, that she could read so easily. Smiling, she realized she was the only one who could. He was so good at hiding his thoughts behind those orbs that no one knew what swirled behind them. No one... except her. Somehow, in knowing she would die tonight, and in knowing Kayla was rejected in more ways than one, that thought had comforted her.
Seeing those blue was one thing she wanted before she went. She had too. They had always brought comfort, especially when seeing them in real life and comfort was what she needed right then.
And then there they were...
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Spot ran out of the Manhattan Lodge House door, back into the poring rain, looking frantically around the street. She was not here.
He ran down lane after lane, calling out to her, searching face after face, but is was all in vain.
Until he came to 28th street.
It was deserted, so he turned to run down another until something in his heart stopped him. He swiftly turned back around, his mouth agape as his breathing became fast. She was down there; he could feel it. In a fast sprint, he ran down the street, his eyes searching hysterically until he saw the body on the side of the street.
Water had it almost covered, but he still could tell it was she. The long dark tresses gave it away. Crying out once, his heart beating swift, he dreaded the worst. Placing a leg on either side of her waist, he bent down, grabbing her by the shoulders, lifting her up till she faced him.
She was staring back, alive!
Spot smiled as he buried his face in her neck, pulling her close as he began to cry. He then felt her slowly wrap her arms around him also and it was then he heard her sniffles. Slowly pulling himself away from her, he gazed tenderly into her honey eyes that were full of tears. Sitting down on the nearby curb, he pulled her into his lap. He delicately wiped her hair from her face and smiled again.
Whispering, he declared, "I was so lost. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't find you."
Though Kayla didn't smile back. With her voice broken, tears streaming from her eyes, "I was so alone and you were with her!"
Spot's became troubled as he frowned. Pulling her face close to his, he replied with a strong voice, "I'm here now and I won't leave you. Now, let's go home-"
Kayla tore from his arms. Her eyes, that were once sad, were filled with hatred and anger. She had quickly crawled from his grip till she was at least five feet back. Her chest heaved heavily, her body shook violently but her gaze held strong.
Spot gasped as he watched her wrench from his grip. His heart clenched tightly as he watched her stare back at him with unbearable eyes. It made himself tremble as well. He shook his head, his eyes confused. He desperately tried to reach for her, wanting to feel her as close as he could, wanting to rid himself of his frightful state, wanting to know she was safe indeed. Even though it was only aways back, she was just too far from him.
But she pulled away again.
Spot turned sad eyes to her, mystified and lost. Why wouldn't she come?
Filled with such anger she didn't know she possessed, Kayla spat, "Yes, you will. You'll go back to her! You've been waiting for her!"
Spot shook his head violently, not know what she spoke of. His voice was though of a lost child, broken and sad.
"No, I wont. I don't want to. I want to be with you!" Looking down, not knowing what to say, Spot was just so confused. Snapping his head back to hers, he yelled desperately, "Why would I want to?!"
Kayla sniffed, and backed aways another bit, but did not falter her hard gaze.
Saying in a low yet hard voice she replied, "I don't believe you." Gathering her strength she yelled, "You're a liar! You've been lying to me this whole time!"
Spot gave her a bewildered look through his tears.
"About what?"
"About everything!"
"About what!?!"
Kayla lifted clenched fists and slammed them back into surrounding puddles, drenching both of them even more. Taking a shuddering sob, she yelled,
"Everything! About not loving another person! About the promises you made. About everything!"
Spot just shook his head in utter disbelief as she continued.
"You lied the whole time! All you cared about was being Brooklyn's finest! Only cared about being first and the best! Only cared about you! And you lied about you're heart! You never gave it to me! It only belongs to you! Brooklyn's heart will never be freely given away! Never-"
Kayla gasped. She blinked, and came face to face with Spot's enraged look. He had her grabbed around the neck, and with another hand had her chin gripped fiercely. She could not look away from him.
Spot growled as he stared at her, his eyes angry and... distressing.
Even with his face set in such a livid way, his voice betrayed him. It was broken and desperate, lost and heartbreaking.
He whispered miserably, "Kayla, why can't you ever just accept the good things that come? Brooklyn's heart is given away. The love of his life has it."
He gave a sad laugh and said in false joy, "You may know her. She's an English beauty. She's as stubborn as anyone and wont take no as an answer and she could kick my ass in an instant."
He softened his grip on her chin and thumbed her cheek. His sad blue eyes moved along her face, as though delicately tracing it. It was as if he was memorizing the curves and dips, as if it was the last time he would see their mysterious depths.
"You'd think as someone as delicately looking as her would not have to be so tough in her life. That's what I thought when I first saw her. She should be taken care of, not being out on her own. You see, she's been alone almost all her life and I want to take care of her."
He slowly glanced back up to her frozen eyes, and whispered, "But she wont let me."
Kayla stared back. Their eyes searched each other's as droplets continued to rain on them, but the only pounding they felt was their own heavy hearts.
After a awhile, Kayla whispered, "Because she's afraid she'll get hurt even- "
Spot suddenly placed a finger to her mouth, shushing her. Smiling, he continued, "Ill let you in on a secret I've been keeping from her."
Kayla gasped and expected the worst as he traced her red, cold lips.
Spot chuckled softly as his eyes watched his movements on her mouth.
"She's an marvelous person. Did I ever tell you she sold three hundred papes? It was amazing, I was so proud of her. No one could do that, not even me. But she did." He smiled softly as his eyes reflected back. "It was that day I had gone to a newsboy meeting, only I didn't. Everyone just thought I did."
Kayla sniffed and closed her eyes tight, her body tight with tension. God, he cheated on her, she knew it. He was going to reveal it to her now and she would be alone as she always was. She took a shuddering breath through her mouth as tears began falling faster down her cold face with the rain.
"I did something I probably shouldn't have. But I couldn't back out of it, for I wanted to do it so bad."
Spot grinned as he looked up to her closed face. Pulling her closer, he touched her nose to his, his hands gently framing her face. He tenderly placed a soft kiss on her lips as he pulled something small from his pocket, holding it in front of her face.
Kayla felt the small touch on her mouth, and instantly clenched her eyes tighter and waited, her heart tense, and her throat closed as her breath held back.
And waited. He did not say anything. She slowly opened her eyes and saw something that made her gasp strongly.
A diamond ring.
Spot held a small ring in his fingers. He had a silly grin on his face as he watched her reaction, his eyes twinkling with joy and apprehension. She looked back to the ring, her mouth wide as she stared at its small wonder. Her fingers itched to hold it, yet she stayed still as he said softly in such a way her gaze went swiftly to his and held.
"Kayla... I don't love that other girl. I do not want to be with anyone else. Brooklyn's heart belongs to you only."
He rested his forehead against hers tenderly as his eyes fluttered close, as did hers. Both had the urge, taking shuddering breaths as they tried to calm their nerves down. Spot's blonde hair was now dark brown and was matted against his face, as was Kayla's, her curls now thick and straight. Though both had the thoughts that the other could not look any better.
Whispering, he continued, "I want to protect you. I want to go away with you and leave this world and live with you. I want to marry you Kayla Victorian, I want you to be my wife."
He slowly pulled away from her and with hopeful eyes he waited. His orbs shimmered sparkles as black lighting thundered behind the vibrant blues. His body was tense, almost ready to spring away at any moment and yet his handling of her was pure gentleness. He didn't plan on revealing this ring at this moment but seeing such distressing expressions mar her beautiful face, he had to bring it out of hiding. He wanted, no, needed to see her happy; to see her bright smile shine at him, needed to see her dimples and her high cheekbones, needed to see them tinted with shades of red. Needed to see her fragile hand come up and cover her beautiful smile when she was too embarrassed to show it while laughing. Needed to see her eyes, her breathtaking eyes, crinkle at the corners when she giggled, to see them glow, to see them become vibrant and alive as though gold shimmered behind their endless depths.
Oh God, he loved her so much.
Kayla's eyes traced the curves and lines of his face. Her honey orbs followed the dips and curves as though caressing his very face, his very soul. They mesmerized his sculptured cheeks, his high cheekbones. They were transfixed as they were enthralled by the well-defined muscles in his jaw, awed by his eyebrows that could be easily arched or furrowed on certain circumstances. Her cat-like eyes were impressed as they stared at his tempting lips. Even when they were cursed and overfilled with things she would never have the gall to repeat, they were still delicious looking. Even now... especially now, all she wanted to do was pull the rain covered lips and keep them close as they would whisper and play with hers, speaking and telling of love and utmost affection. Hot sweetness always raced from them, not mattering on whether the kiss was breathtaking or filled with gentleness, appeal forever poured through.
She gently, very gently, took the small ring from his fingers and embraced it in front of her, her palm open as she stared down at it. She was amazed at its little size and its grand meaning; such a small wonder that held such a grave importance. The gold of the band shimmered, even in the darkening gloom of the sky and the raining stars, its power was seemingly not able to diminish. Water clung to the shinning diamond, leaving its gleam looking refreshed and striking. She gulped as she continued to stare at its significance and the consequences that came from it.
Could she say yes and give them the eternity of bliss or...
Say no and save his life?
Kayla did not know what to do.
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Brooklyn's Heart
"A Small Wonder"
CH 22
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It began raining.
Pouring.
The air swirled with an overcast feeling, filling with a misty scent only mother earth could carry, that could bring anyone a mystifying feeling, overflowing with wonder and awe, as if a enchanted world was all around.
But it did not bring closure for Kayla, only a solitude her heart needed.
And despised.
It may have been four hours since Meow had left her or maybe only four minutes. She didn't know. After a while, Kayla pushed herself slowly away from the brick wall, walking into the deserted street, her head down. Her body was instantly drenched as she stood in the middle of the street.
Drenched tresses fell slowly across her cheeks as her delicate face drooped. Long, smooth arms hung limp as despair flowed softly through her veins. Her tender body grew more noticeable and praised, as it became soacked with the intense droplets; heavy clothing clung to her curves. Delicate, small fingers shook quietly in the gloomy pouring. Mourning lips quivered, unable to remain still as unquenchable pain made breathing a new challenge, a challenge that was not met whole-heartedly.
He once loved.
Kayla took in a shuddering breath, sniffing as tears began to mingle with the hard rain. Her nimble arms reached themselves up to wrap around each other, the cold beginning to reach her bones.
...fell in love...
The words would not leave her, they haunted her step, followed as a ghostly shadow, searching and cursing her mind, her head ringing with those hurtful and faulty words, plaguing her thoughts until all she wanted to do was cover her ears shrinking, screaming.
...going to go far...
...she left...
...Brooklyn was born...
...became cold...
...promised she'd come back...
...he's been waiting...
...You promised Alex...
...One promise you won't break...
Her clouded eyes suddenly flamed and reflected back to one thing pledged long before.
...I know this is one promise I won't break...
Kayla screamed, it wavering between a growl brimming with frustration and a cry overflowing with desperation.
And she ran.
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Spot ran out the back door, his head turning this way and that, searching for the girl in the darkness that wasn't there. Walking out of the shelter of the theater building he became instantly wet.
Growling, he cursed, "Shit."
Wiping his hair out of his eyes and face, he began the walk to the Manhattan building, considering that would be the one place she would likely go at this hour.
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That two-timing bitch!
He had lied all along!
She took a long hard swig from her large bottle of whiskey. Feeling the need to numb herself, Kayla had gotten one of the strongest drinks she had ever had, planning on getting piss drunk.
That bastard!
He had played her all along!
Striding purposely, her narrowed eyes filled with anger, she took another long gulp, and chucked the bottle to the wall side of her, not once faltering in her step. The bottle shattered instantly, it pieces flying in every which direction. Her fists clenched and unclenched, her muscles unused of late screamed with pleasure at the tingled soreness, eager and energized.
That womanizing arse!
He had only fooled around her for his own enjoyment!
Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth, her anger wanting to hurt something, even if it was her own self. Copper blood was soon tasted on her tongue, as well as the aftertaste of the strong whiskey. Her step was planned and smooth, staggering was from her body, even with the high intoxication in her bloodstream; Anger heightened her senses. She did not falter once.
Until now.
The one thought that could brake her hard resolve down from around her suddenly came to her mind, knocking the breathe out of her fragile body, making her slowly fall to the hard wet ground.
He loves another.
Not loved, but loves another.
As in present tense.
Her body shook with a shudder as sobs returned to release her body, but like the times before, crying did not solve her problems, only added realization to her cold frame. She was lying on her stomach, her arms close to the sides of her face. They had intended to break her fall but did not in the end; she had hit the cobble ground with enough force that she was bleeding without knowing it. But the physical pain did not seem to bother her nor constrict her mind. Her honey eyes searched widely around as harsh thoughts flew around behind them, making her finally shut them tight to heed them away, but they did not desert her, only came more in numbers.
Crying out, she slowly began to lift herself up, her body holding tight as pain shook her immensely. She bit her sore lip again, not wanting to cry out as she again fell to the stone floor. Trying once more she picked herself, and once more she fell hard back down.
Breathing heavily, her sobs became louder in the cold rain. Her right hand clenched and pounded the puddle floor, splashing her face and all around her. She wanted to get up and couldn't! Kayla knew she would surely drown if she did not get up soon; it was pouring too heavily and too fast. She could not give up; yet there was no way she could do this alone...
Alone.
She screamed in rage, feeling desperate.
That was what she was yet again. No one was there after all. No one would come; everyone left her alone to be taken by the nameless and soulless shadows.
Then, Kayla ceased moving, ceased trying, she just stopped and laid there, her dwindling tears mingled with fresh rain. Opening her eyes slowly, she realized she did not care if she could get up. There was too much pain and suffering in her life, she could not take it anymore, and it could all stop. There would be no more...
If she gave up.
So, she lay still as water kept rising on the street around her weak body. She thought back to those blue eyes, those such striking blue eyes, that she could read so easily. Smiling, she realized she was the only one who could. He was so good at hiding his thoughts behind those orbs that no one knew what swirled behind them. No one... except her. Somehow, in knowing she would die tonight, and in knowing Kayla was rejected in more ways than one, that thought had comforted her.
Seeing those blue was one thing she wanted before she went. She had too. They had always brought comfort, especially when seeing them in real life and comfort was what she needed right then.
And then there they were...
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Spot ran out of the Manhattan Lodge House door, back into the poring rain, looking frantically around the street. She was not here.
He ran down lane after lane, calling out to her, searching face after face, but is was all in vain.
Until he came to 28th street.
It was deserted, so he turned to run down another until something in his heart stopped him. He swiftly turned back around, his mouth agape as his breathing became fast. She was down there; he could feel it. In a fast sprint, he ran down the street, his eyes searching hysterically until he saw the body on the side of the street.
Water had it almost covered, but he still could tell it was she. The long dark tresses gave it away. Crying out once, his heart beating swift, he dreaded the worst. Placing a leg on either side of her waist, he bent down, grabbing her by the shoulders, lifting her up till she faced him.
She was staring back, alive!
Spot smiled as he buried his face in her neck, pulling her close as he began to cry. He then felt her slowly wrap her arms around him also and it was then he heard her sniffles. Slowly pulling himself away from her, he gazed tenderly into her honey eyes that were full of tears. Sitting down on the nearby curb, he pulled her into his lap. He delicately wiped her hair from her face and smiled again.
Whispering, he declared, "I was so lost. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't find you."
Though Kayla didn't smile back. With her voice broken, tears streaming from her eyes, "I was so alone and you were with her!"
Spot's became troubled as he frowned. Pulling her face close to his, he replied with a strong voice, "I'm here now and I won't leave you. Now, let's go home-"
Kayla tore from his arms. Her eyes, that were once sad, were filled with hatred and anger. She had quickly crawled from his grip till she was at least five feet back. Her chest heaved heavily, her body shook violently but her gaze held strong.
Spot gasped as he watched her wrench from his grip. His heart clenched tightly as he watched her stare back at him with unbearable eyes. It made himself tremble as well. He shook his head, his eyes confused. He desperately tried to reach for her, wanting to feel her as close as he could, wanting to rid himself of his frightful state, wanting to know she was safe indeed. Even though it was only aways back, she was just too far from him.
But she pulled away again.
Spot turned sad eyes to her, mystified and lost. Why wouldn't she come?
Filled with such anger she didn't know she possessed, Kayla spat, "Yes, you will. You'll go back to her! You've been waiting for her!"
Spot shook his head violently, not know what she spoke of. His voice was though of a lost child, broken and sad.
"No, I wont. I don't want to. I want to be with you!" Looking down, not knowing what to say, Spot was just so confused. Snapping his head back to hers, he yelled desperately, "Why would I want to?!"
Kayla sniffed, and backed aways another bit, but did not falter her hard gaze.
Saying in a low yet hard voice she replied, "I don't believe you." Gathering her strength she yelled, "You're a liar! You've been lying to me this whole time!"
Spot gave her a bewildered look through his tears.
"About what?"
"About everything!"
"About what!?!"
Kayla lifted clenched fists and slammed them back into surrounding puddles, drenching both of them even more. Taking a shuddering sob, she yelled,
"Everything! About not loving another person! About the promises you made. About everything!"
Spot just shook his head in utter disbelief as she continued.
"You lied the whole time! All you cared about was being Brooklyn's finest! Only cared about being first and the best! Only cared about you! And you lied about you're heart! You never gave it to me! It only belongs to you! Brooklyn's heart will never be freely given away! Never-"
Kayla gasped. She blinked, and came face to face with Spot's enraged look. He had her grabbed around the neck, and with another hand had her chin gripped fiercely. She could not look away from him.
Spot growled as he stared at her, his eyes angry and... distressing.
Even with his face set in such a livid way, his voice betrayed him. It was broken and desperate, lost and heartbreaking.
He whispered miserably, "Kayla, why can't you ever just accept the good things that come? Brooklyn's heart is given away. The love of his life has it."
He gave a sad laugh and said in false joy, "You may know her. She's an English beauty. She's as stubborn as anyone and wont take no as an answer and she could kick my ass in an instant."
He softened his grip on her chin and thumbed her cheek. His sad blue eyes moved along her face, as though delicately tracing it. It was as if he was memorizing the curves and dips, as if it was the last time he would see their mysterious depths.
"You'd think as someone as delicately looking as her would not have to be so tough in her life. That's what I thought when I first saw her. She should be taken care of, not being out on her own. You see, she's been alone almost all her life and I want to take care of her."
He slowly glanced back up to her frozen eyes, and whispered, "But she wont let me."
Kayla stared back. Their eyes searched each other's as droplets continued to rain on them, but the only pounding they felt was their own heavy hearts.
After a awhile, Kayla whispered, "Because she's afraid she'll get hurt even- "
Spot suddenly placed a finger to her mouth, shushing her. Smiling, he continued, "Ill let you in on a secret I've been keeping from her."
Kayla gasped and expected the worst as he traced her red, cold lips.
Spot chuckled softly as his eyes watched his movements on her mouth.
"She's an marvelous person. Did I ever tell you she sold three hundred papes? It was amazing, I was so proud of her. No one could do that, not even me. But she did." He smiled softly as his eyes reflected back. "It was that day I had gone to a newsboy meeting, only I didn't. Everyone just thought I did."
Kayla sniffed and closed her eyes tight, her body tight with tension. God, he cheated on her, she knew it. He was going to reveal it to her now and she would be alone as she always was. She took a shuddering breath through her mouth as tears began falling faster down her cold face with the rain.
"I did something I probably shouldn't have. But I couldn't back out of it, for I wanted to do it so bad."
Spot grinned as he looked up to her closed face. Pulling her closer, he touched her nose to his, his hands gently framing her face. He tenderly placed a soft kiss on her lips as he pulled something small from his pocket, holding it in front of her face.
Kayla felt the small touch on her mouth, and instantly clenched her eyes tighter and waited, her heart tense, and her throat closed as her breath held back.
And waited. He did not say anything. She slowly opened her eyes and saw something that made her gasp strongly.
A diamond ring.
Spot held a small ring in his fingers. He had a silly grin on his face as he watched her reaction, his eyes twinkling with joy and apprehension. She looked back to the ring, her mouth wide as she stared at its small wonder. Her fingers itched to hold it, yet she stayed still as he said softly in such a way her gaze went swiftly to his and held.
"Kayla... I don't love that other girl. I do not want to be with anyone else. Brooklyn's heart belongs to you only."
He rested his forehead against hers tenderly as his eyes fluttered close, as did hers. Both had the urge, taking shuddering breaths as they tried to calm their nerves down. Spot's blonde hair was now dark brown and was matted against his face, as was Kayla's, her curls now thick and straight. Though both had the thoughts that the other could not look any better.
Whispering, he continued, "I want to protect you. I want to go away with you and leave this world and live with you. I want to marry you Kayla Victorian, I want you to be my wife."
He slowly pulled away from her and with hopeful eyes he waited. His orbs shimmered sparkles as black lighting thundered behind the vibrant blues. His body was tense, almost ready to spring away at any moment and yet his handling of her was pure gentleness. He didn't plan on revealing this ring at this moment but seeing such distressing expressions mar her beautiful face, he had to bring it out of hiding. He wanted, no, needed to see her happy; to see her bright smile shine at him, needed to see her dimples and her high cheekbones, needed to see them tinted with shades of red. Needed to see her fragile hand come up and cover her beautiful smile when she was too embarrassed to show it while laughing. Needed to see her eyes, her breathtaking eyes, crinkle at the corners when she giggled, to see them glow, to see them become vibrant and alive as though gold shimmered behind their endless depths.
Oh God, he loved her so much.
Kayla's eyes traced the curves and lines of his face. Her honey orbs followed the dips and curves as though caressing his very face, his very soul. They mesmerized his sculptured cheeks, his high cheekbones. They were transfixed as they were enthralled by the well-defined muscles in his jaw, awed by his eyebrows that could be easily arched or furrowed on certain circumstances. Her cat-like eyes were impressed as they stared at his tempting lips. Even when they were cursed and overfilled with things she would never have the gall to repeat, they were still delicious looking. Even now... especially now, all she wanted to do was pull the rain covered lips and keep them close as they would whisper and play with hers, speaking and telling of love and utmost affection. Hot sweetness always raced from them, not mattering on whether the kiss was breathtaking or filled with gentleness, appeal forever poured through.
She gently, very gently, took the small ring from his fingers and embraced it in front of her, her palm open as she stared down at it. She was amazed at its little size and its grand meaning; such a small wonder that held such a grave importance. The gold of the band shimmered, even in the darkening gloom of the sky and the raining stars, its power was seemingly not able to diminish. Water clung to the shinning diamond, leaving its gleam looking refreshed and striking. She gulped as she continued to stare at its significance and the consequences that came from it.
Could she say yes and give them the eternity of bliss or...
Say no and save his life?
Kayla did not know what to do.
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It was a hard chapter to write, and yet at the same time it poured through easily.
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