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After a few dances with my Grams, I realised that Emmett was nowhere to be found, which started to worry me. I could've asked around, but there was this pull, this instinct, drawing me toward the house as if he were inside. I excused myself for a moment and made my way indoors, the music fading as I stepped further from the festivities.
My heels clicked against the wooden floor as I followed the magnetic pull, guiding me through the house and into the kitchen. There, sitting on the chair in front of the counter, was Emmett, holding something in his hand, as if he were carefully examining it.
"Emmett," I called softly, my voice carrying through the room. His head lifted, his eyes meeting mine, and a smile spread across his face. He quickly closed his hand, as if to conceal whatever he was holding.
"What are you doing in here?" he asked, his eyes never leaving mine as I approached the counter. "The guests are probably wondering where we are," he added with a playful smile, hinting at the kind of things they might think we were up to on our wedding night.
"I noticed my husband wasn't on the dance floor," I said, pausing in front of him. "I was hoping for another dance," I added, tilting my head up slightly to meet his gaze. "What are you doing in here?" I asked, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion. There was no good reason for him to be here.
"Nothing," he replied, but his eyes briefly flickered away from mine, and I could tell he was lying.
"Emmett," I said softly, a gentle warning in my voice as I sensed something was on his mind. He understood the tone, and with a bit of reluctance, extended his hand and placed the object onto the surface top.
My eyes dropped to the counter, and I froze as I saw what he had been holding—a vial. Realising what it was made my heart stop for a mere moment as I took my gaze back to him.
"I really don't want you to go through with this," Emmett said, his voice serious, the pain clear in his eyes. "You deserve to live a full life as a witch, as the warm, amazing woman you are." His words touched me, as I stepped closer to him, raising my hand up and pressed it against his cold cheek, as he instantly leaned into it.
"I know it's not fair," I began, my eyes stinging with unshed tears, though I fought to keep them back. "But I won't risk you or anyone else here," I said softly, offering a faint smile. "You're the only one I want, the only person I'd give up my magic for. It's always been you, Emmett," though I tried my best from shedding tears, they fell nevertheless. "From the moment we met, I think I knew, somewhere deep down. You were the one for me," The pain in his eyes softened, replaced by a warmth and unwavering love that shone just for me.
Emmett took my hand into his and placed a soft kiss on my hand. "I don't deserve you," he murmured, his voice full of admiration. "I will love you until the end," he said softly, his words ringing true and sweet in the quiet air, sending a flutter through my heart. Then, without warning, he pulled me close, guiding me into a kiss that spoke all the words we didn't need to say.
