“I love you, Historia.” She mutters against my skin as her lips trail further down my neck.
“I-I love you too.” I breathe, letting my guard down. I let myself become hers, and that’s where I want to be. With her.
That was all it took. Letting my guard down, falling for her. I didn’t want it to end like this. Every I love you gone to waste, every second spent with her meaningless. I met her at the age of seventeen, I was graduating that June. I had a boyfriend, and my future was already decided. I was to be Mrs Christa Braun, a pediatrician, a mother of three. That’s what I wanted. Well, until her. After a few weeks it seemed all I wanted was her. I found myself lost in her words, studying her features one by one. I fell fast, way too fast. Maybe that’s why I crashed as hard as I did. Right when I thought it would be perfect, she left. One fight, a few meaningless words and a suitcase thrown down the stairs and she was gone. I never saw her again. Didn’t hear her voice, or another I love you. No, I never even got a goodbye. Instead I was given an ‘I hope you’re happy’ and a door slam.
“Do you think we’ll be together like this forever?”
“Sure. We can do whatever we want. As long as we have each other, yeah?”