Author’s Note: Okay Fam, this is my first time writing something for Love and Deepspace. It’s also my first time in almost eight years since I have written anything. It might not be great and I need to have more practice. But I wanted to share what I’ve got because I have not been able to shake Rafayel’s myth from my mind. It tore at my soul.
So here it is. I hope you enjoy. And maybe I will delve deeper into this and get better! <3
“Although our covenant has been broken…I’ll become one with the sea…and stay with you forever…”
A choked sob escapes my lips. My vision becomes a blur. It was so clear. Everything was so crystal clear. The ocean. The waves swaying my body to and fro.
His lips on mine. His strong arms holding me in a tight embrace. The look of betrayal and pain as I commanded him to hold the dagger against me. The tears filling his eyes as it pierced my chest, straight to my heart.
My hand instinctively comes up to soothe the area. I swear I can still feel the paralyzing pain like it was happening at this very moment.
My bottom lip trembles as I look down at the hand that clutches my chest. I open it and swallow the lump in my throat as a little blue scale necklace sits at the center of my palm. A little piece of Rafayel’s heart.
A soft clearing of a throat makes me gasp and turn around.
One look at my face was all he needed to realize what had happened. He dropped the paintbrushes in his hands and rushes to me, his delicate, yet strong hands cupping my face.
My hands tremble as I try to collect myself, trying to be strong enough to form words. But…what can I say? What could I possibly say to him to make him understand why I did what I did?
Because I didn’t betray him. I loved him then. And I love him now. I wouldn’t change a thing if I had the chance to do it again.
“Raf-“ I begin, but he cuts me off by placing a soft kiss to my lips.
“Shh,” he whispers, his arms coming to wrap around my waist, pulling flush against him.
I look up at him, ready to protest but he silences me again, his eyes boring into my very soul. Beautiful pink and blue hues that showed nothing but the purest of love.
“You don’t have to say anything,” he whispers softly. “Just…let me hold you. Let me be a little selfish. You kept me waiting for such a long time.”
“I’m sorry,” is all I manage to say before his mouth claims mine in a bruising kiss.
“I missed you…my beloved bride…”
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