Secrets of Us A Forbidden Love Romance (Alina)

Chapter 257

Chapter 257

My love,

I can't believe we're at letter 300 already. My hand is cramping and my handwriting has seen better days.

But all it does is just put everything into perspective. You'll be gone long time. Too long for my heart. I can't persuade it that I will be fine while you're in Florence.

Have I ever talked to you about my nightmares? I have nightmares sometimes. I guess you know that already, since they plague you,

too.

But I just want to tell you what they're about, Before I met you, mos nights, I dreamed about the accident. It was like I was trapped there, in that split second, forever. I hear my mom's voice warning me. I smell gasoline. I feel the crunch of metal all around me.

And the worst part? In the nightmare, I have time to move. Time to stop it. But I don't. I just hold on to the wheel, frozen. And she

dies because of it.

Because of me.

I know you know what that feels like, the smell, the guilt that doesn't make sense but clings to you anyway. Maybe that's why I recognized you before I even knew your name. Maybe pain knows pain.

When I met you, though, my nightmares changed. It wasn't about the crash anymore. It was about you. Nightmares where you

looked at me and saw everything broken inside me.

Nightmares where you turned away. Nightmares where I couldn't reach you no matter how hard I tried. Nightmares where you were the one in the car, beside

me.

survive. Nightmares, terrible nightmares where

nights I woke up drenched in sweat, convinced I'd failed you somehow, even though you were miles away, perfectly

to wonder if that's all I was meant to do, to fail the people I loved.

mother, and by extension, I failed my

whispered

Christmas or whatever.

would never be happy

you loved me. And somewhere along the line,

a white picket fence. About kids running

do. You'd make beautiful ones. If they look like you, I hope they

table. Sitting next to you on the couch, our kids playing around us,

you makes me

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stubborn, but always coming back together, because

1. is.

a family that's different from the ones we came from. One where love isn't earned. One where it's home. You're already my home. You always have

ever doubt where you belong, know that you are mine, even when

away.

Zaid

letter down slowly, my fingers brushing the pages as if they could carry his voice to my ears. The soft breeze blows through my hair, and I close

half me. He

street from the little cafe table where I'm sitting. I've thought about

kids to look like him. Dark eyes and messy hair. I want them to have his capacity to love and to be free in it. With a contented sigh, I lean back in my

after them, laughing in that way he used to

me.

you've got a secret," Noah says from beside

at him, deciding to pick his brain.