The Love From Vengeance

268: KISSES

ARIEL’S POV

Once filled with hope and joy, the heart was brimming with love. A relationship blossomed, and each day, a new chapter in the love story. There were hard dreams, whispered secrets, and a future built together. Yet, as time passed, cracks began to form in the once–unbreakable bond.

Small disagreements turned into heated arguments, each word a dagger that pierced a fragile heart. I tried to mend what was broken and salvage the love once shared, but the distance only grew wider. Doubt crept in, casting shadows over the once–bright love that illuminated the world.

Actions spoke louder than words, each betrayal a blow that shattered trust. The promises made in the past now feel like echoes in the wind, empty and meaningless. Held on desperately, hoping against hope that things would change and that the love that was once shared could be revived.

But love, once broken, is not easily repaired. The pain of indifference cuts deeper than any physical wound, hollow and lost. It is worth questioning, and it is the very essence of love itself. How could something so beautiful turn so ugly and so destructive?

I picked up the pieces of the broken heart, realizing that some wounds never truly heal. The love that was once defined now lay in ruins, a painful reminder of what once was. Mourned the loss of

what should have been forever.

In the aftermath of love’s destruction, a new person emerged. Scarred but resilient, he vowed never to let himself be broken in the same way again. He had been broken by love, but invaluable lessons were taught about strength, resilience, and self–worth.

Though the pain of heartbreak lingered, one day, there was knowledge: to rise from the ashes of broken love, stronger and more whole than ever before. Once broken by love, it was also made

unbreakable.

ARIEL’S POV

Luke’s intense gaze made me feel like I was under a microscope. I could see the anticipation in his eyes, waiting for me to say anything in response to what he had just quizzed me about. But I was at a loss for words. My mind was still reeling from the shocking sight–Harriet’s sh*t–that

had left me speechless.

I tried to gather my thoughts and form a coherent response, but I could only stare back at him, searching for words that wouldn’t come. Luke’s unwavering stare only added to the pressure, and I didn’t even know what the hell was wrong with me. I desperately wanted to say something to break the silence, but my mind was still trying to process the reality of what I had witnessed back

then.

“It’s….it’s…”

‘It’s who, Ariel?”

“It’s Harriet.”

*Harriet?” Luke raised an eyebrow. “You saw Harriet, and that’s why you’re speechless? Don’t tell.

scared of

in another direction. “You know what? Forget I ever said

my chin, and he slowly made me look

reassuring, and I felt my body

His gaze was intense, but it also had a softness and understanding that made me

feel safe.

anything, Ariel,” Luke said softly, his voice full of sincerity. “You

won’t judge

let out a shaky breath and looked at him. There was no way I was

see the love and support right in

that… it brought back

of memories?” He

just don’t want her coming to ruin our

his lips almost brushing against mine. “You don’t have to worry about anything,” he

no matter what.”

his eyes never leaving mine, and the

need to. His actions spoke louder than any

ever could.

face closer, his lips pressed against mine. I could

perfect one at the moment.

love you, Ariel,” he whispered, and then he kissed me.

perfect synchronization, and I could feel all my worries and fears melting away with each touch. Not that I was actually afraid, but all shit relating to that disappeared.

roamed over my body, and I responded eagerly, my hands exploring his back and pulling him closer to me. Our kiss grew

rising

of his neck kiss, which caused shivers to run down my spine, I sighed softly, I could feet his hands moving down to my waist, and

lost in each other, our bodies moving in perfect harmony as if they

other.

our foreheads resting against each other’s. We were both panting, trying to catch our breaths, but our

too, Luke,” I said, my

me into a

I asked him.

“She’s fine.”

she had breakfast yet?”

“No, not really.”