Saudade (A RAURA FANFIC) Part 6/6
Saudade (A RAURA FANFIC) Part 6/6
Sometimes when he's lost in his own thoughts he would imagine what would've happened if he'd realized that he loved her sooner. What if he never hesitated, or had second thoughts? What if he told her the he loved her too? He would probably be the one giving her flowers during special occasions, or even on ordinary days just because she deserves it. He would be the one engaging in long meaningful conversations with her, getting lost into the deepness of her dark brown eyes in which her emotions reflected through, giving him a glimpse of her soul. He'd be there beside her all the time, just in time to catch her whenever she falls or just be there and enjoy her company. He would be the one embracing her, smiling as he realizes how perfect she fits in his arms and he wouldn't want to let her go. The one who'd be dancing with her, swaying in a slow motion as a love song continues to play, getting them lost in their own little world as the people around them gradually vanishes. He'd give her kisses. In the forehead, to show that he cares. In the cheeks whenever she would do something cute, which she often does. In the lips to show how much he loves her. And lastly, He would be the one standing by the altar, waiting in anticipation as she walks down the aisle looking as beautiful as ever. But instead he was on the side, watching as the ceremony proceeds trying to be as attentive as possible to the priests words, but he just couldn't pry his eyes away from her and he doesn't care if anyone would notice. This was the last time he could look at her like that, because afterwards she'd belong to someone else, completely, and there was nothing else he could do, but to finally let her go. Ross couldn't admit it before, but he could say it out loud now. "I love you, Laura" But the orchestral music drowned his voice and the crowd cheered as the priest announced the couple as husband and wife. Laura's eyes landed on him with a wide smile plastered on her face. She's truly happy. He could see that very clearly. So, Ross managed to give her a smile in return, a genuine one. Because it didn't matter if he was hurting, or if he didn't get her in the end. For as long as she smiles like that, every pain felt worth it. Fin ###### Okay so that was my first attempt in making a raura(with little bits of riaura) story. I'll go over the story one more time to edit some misspelled/misused words or grammatical errors when I have time, because I didn't have much to re-read this as I was very much excited to post it. Nevertheless, I hope you guys enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it. :) 'til next time! :) Cheers! x
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I love him. I shouldn’t, but I do. It’s not shaking hands or stuttering just with hello. It’s not short skirts or red lips. It’s jeans and a t-shirt with bare skin. Its finding him in a crowd and not wanting to change who I am. It’s wanting to know what he wanted to be as a kid and what his greatest fear is. It’s wanting to know his mistakes and looking past all the things “wrong” with him. It’s small smiles at my shoes and glances towards him. Its wanting him to be happy whether I am part of that happiness or not.
-c.t//excerpt from a book I won’t write (via iwontwrite)
Someone's creating a reverse falls visual novel cool
Reblog if what you ship and how you ship it is nobody’s goddamn business
Do I have to teach you how I’m supposed to be loved?
Perhaps, I’m just not made for love.
How do you say you don’t want to live anymore without sounding suicidal?
NO ONE IS KISSING ME ON THE LIPS, EVER!
HMMMM..
Gray
The color of which i first colored you in; unsure, like the middle of black and white.
That shirt you once wore, with sweat glistening down your neck the day I realized your beauty. Looking so recklessly careless as your eyes lazily looked towards the open road.
The smoke you exhaled in my mouth with the lingering taste of strawberry on your lips as I cough out its poison.
The sweater you had me remove that one night; my soul drowning all morality and pushing everything else behind letting me completely succumb to the pleasure of your fingers tracing my skin.
The sheets I gripped as your lullaby escaped me in soft whimpers.
The feeling that I get when you're there and yet you aren't; half-empty though not entirely unfamiliar.
Predictably complicated like your half drunken thoughts and tales of fantasies I wish I'd taken a part of.
Your three am version, utterly devoid of hope; wallowing in your pit of problems from where I would always try so hard to pull you out of.
I didn't think that there'd be more to the world than just black and white.
But there was gray.
And that was you.
Notes from the past
“It’s sad really, how I’ve been staring at this blank sheet of paper with a pen in hand but nothing to write about. I used to be able to write down anything, anything at all that comes into mind and it would turn out into this beautiful art in form of simple words. Yet now I can’t seem to find the will to do so. My mind’s too caught up in the thought of how everything just ended without a proper closure. No words, no explanation, you just decided that you didn’t want to have anything to do with me anymore and it fucking wrecks me that my mind is too consumed of you that it wouldn’t let in any other thoughts other than the words you said and the promises you made.
It could’ve been my fault, for always making you feel jealous in order to satisfy my own insecurities and make sure that you were truly afraid of losing me. Yet even though I have proven that you were, leading to the point that sometimes you’d get mad at me, I still kept at it. And maybe you got fed up and thought that I was the one who’s not faithful in this so called “relationship” and gave up, just when I was about to accept the fact that you were really telling the truth, that you really do love me. But I do hope you understand, that after being hurt so many times in my life, I’ve had trouble putting my trust in people. Nevertheless I’ve realized my mistakes now, and it breaks me to think that after all this time I’ve put you through so much shit until you couldn’t take it anymore. And maybe I’m already too late, that these efforts won’t change your mind and come back to me again. But on the other hand, maybe it was you who was at fault, by lying to me, when you said ‘I love you’ and all those things you said that made it seem like you mine and only mine.
Maybe you weren’t really mine in the first place and this was all just a game for you to entertain yourself. To fill the void in your heart and make you feel less lonely. That I was a mere substitute because you couldn’t go after the girl that you really love. Maybe that’s why I could sometimes see and feel as if it wasn’t me you were looking at, it wasn’t me you were holding, that you had someone else in mind.
Maybe I meant nothing to you.
I fucking hate saying maybe, what if, thinking if I had done this or that would it change anything. If we had just been honest with each other. If we had properly used our words and listened to each other rather than just blindly assuming things based on our biased intuition, to be honest if we really love each other… or not, everything would’ve been much better.”
-Letters to no one.
