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I tell her I love her over and over and over as she holds onto me for dear life.
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ALITTLE WHILE LATER, we sat together on the plush sofa in Cheyanne’s room, surrounded by the comforting ambiance of a crackling fireplace and flickering candlelight.
The world outside fades away, leaving only the two of us. The room is vibrant with our connection, and I’m grateful for the sanctuary we’ve found with one another. As I gaze into Cheyanne’s eyes, I see a reflection of the love and understanding that binds us. A connection that surpasses any words we could speak. I reach out, my hand seeking hers. Our fingers mingle and become a tangible symbol of our unity.
Sleepily, I share my story with her—the reasons I chose to live in these mountains. I tell her of the struggles and disappointments I faced in my past, how the serenity and beauty of Indigo Falls offered me solace and a chance to rediscover myself after I’d loved and lost. Cheyanne listens attentively, her eyes fixed on my face, her empathy tangible. She admits her curiosity about my choice and expresses her admiration for the significance the compound holds for me.
Her words touch me deeply, and I’m I fortunate to have someone who sees beyond the surface, who recognizes the essence of who I am. It’s a reminder of the power of love to heal and transform. Something I never thought I’d experience.
Curiosity drives me to inquire about Cheyanne’s experiences, knowing that fame has its own set of challenges. She shares the highs and lows of her journey, the weight of her success and the burning passion within her to share her music with the world. I’m both in awe and concerned for her, knowing the price she pays for her art.
At this moment, I reaffirm my commitment to support and protect her, to ensure that her well-being and happiness are prioritized alongside her music. I want her to know that she doesn’t have to face the world alone, that together we will always find solace and healing.
Her touch is gentle as she caresses my hand, her gratitude and affection radiating in her dark brown eyes. I realize how much my support means to her, and it gives me a new sense of purpose and joy. A silent understanding passes between us. We both know that the journey ahead won’t be without challenges, but we are ready to face them.
As our foreheads gently touch, we close our eyes and bask in the warmth of what we’ve created. The crackling fire and flickering candlelight cocoon us, creating a sanctuary where our souls can find respite. In one another, we find strength, purpose, and a profound sense of belonging.
Chapter Six
Cheyanne
I’ll miss waking upto this exquisite mountain view.
Just before the sun rises on my last day at the compound, I lounge on a chaise in my room. Adrian is still asleep in my bed. I can tell by the fog on the window that it’s humid outside. Despite the warm, muggy air, I crack open my window, anyway. Since being out in the middle of nowhere, I’ve developed a fondness for the outdoors and the pollution-free air of the mountains.
An hour ago, I contemplated sneaking downstairs for a small cup of coffee because I need to get my head on straight. Preferably before the sun rises, and Adrian wakes up. Last night was our blissful calm before the storm.
The fog of sleep and the ecstasy of spending the past week falling in love have my mind whirling. It’s easy to think — to pretend everything will be fine. That Adrian and I will leave this place and find acceptance as a couple when we return home. But as the sun caps the highest peak in Indigo Falls, I realize I’ve never been so unsure of anything in my life.
The buttons on Adrian’s shirt, one I’d scooped from the bedroom floor as I got out of bed, remain open, the fabric clinging to my breast and hips. I glance over at him snoring softly, hoping he’ll sleep a while longer. Or at least until I come to terms with how bad this is going to be. The dusky sky betrays me, though, as orange rays of early morning sun shines through my open window. He stirs underneath my sheets, reaching for me, his hand sliding over the spot I’d left empty, then raising his head, confused when he finds I’m not there. His eyes flutter open as he scans the room.
“Chy?” he calls his voice scratchy with sleep. I turn to him, folding my legs underneath me.
“Yeah?”
