𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓 | #𝟏 ✔️

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄

I sob, curling up into a ball on the wooden floor as I whimper and cry. Why did it have to end up like this?

Three loud bangs on the front door make my eyes flutter open and I pull my hands away from my ears. I sit up, my palm holding me up as I use the other to quickly wipe away my tears.

I stand up from the floor, carefully walking towards the door, keeping myself low. I let out a shaky sigh and there's the slightest bit of hope in me that believes it's Salem.

I reach out for the doorknob with shaky hands, hesitating for a moment before I finally turn the knob and open the door.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

Not him.

I inhale sharply, my eyes scanning over the tall, blonde man that's standing at my doorstep.

Emerald eyes stare back at me. Drenched by the rain, his blonde hair glistened under the soft glow of the hazy porch light. His gaze, a mix of determination and affection, held a spark that matched the rainy ambiance.

The raindrops clinging to his blazer and his tousled hair only adds onto the sincerity of his actions. I can only assume that he ran here, glancing at the empty driveway, his heavy breathing, and soaked face.

He has flowers in his hand but they're drenched too. Tulips. Pink ones, my favorite color.

I scoff, his facial expression stays the same.

"I couldn't stay away from you any longer, Gold. Let me in." The gentleness of his voice speaks wonders to me despite the loud clangs outside.

A gust of wind meets my visible body and I shiver, shifting my weight from one leg to the order as I shake my head.

"You're being ridiculous, Rainer."

He steps forward to protest but I only shut the door on him in response.

R A I N E R

SHE HATES THUNDERSTORMS.

Besides her love for swimming and bathtubs, it's the one thing involving water that she hates.

All because of her asshole father.

I sigh, pressing my lips together as I begin to bang on the door again with my free hand. The wind hits my body, threatening to push me off of the steps leading to the door.

There's no response from the other side and I groan. My hand rests on the door, curled up into a ball that I press my forehead against.

"Fuck!" I yell with all I can, hitting the door once more but backing away immediately so as to not scare her anymore.

I turn around and slowly walk away from the door, finding a seat on the steps at the edge of the porch. The rain hits my nape and back when I bury my head between my arms, still holding the drenched and probably dead flowers in hand.

At this point, I'd do anything for Aurelia to come back and open that door. I'd sacrifice anything just so that she comes home to me.

The past few days of my life have been hell without her. It's been hell without her company, without her scent, without the sight of her.

Just a few more days without her and I'm convinced that I'll go insane.

I take deep breaths, attempting to breathe in and out normally as the rain harshly hits and soaks my blonde hair yet again.

I wanted to look nice for her with the flowers, suit, and a big smile plastered on my face.

But I guess the storm says otherwise.