Eighty seven

He saw tears streaming from her eyes and wet her face. She’s beautiful. She should hear these words—everyday.

Her eyes were like bright sunshine. Makes her face radiant, brilliantly shine. Her face was not carved, certainly not in haste. But slow—with patience and with grace. Sculptured, it shows.

The words failed him. It failed him to tell her how much he loves her and how beautiful she was. His heart breaks to see her tears cascading down like that. It hurts him to hear her sob in the palm of her hands like that.

She finally suppressed the tears and suck in a huge rush of air. It doesn’t do much to calm her but she slightly felt better. She raised her bloodshot eyes and settled on his.

His eyes bore into hers and it’s the most enticing thing she’d ever seen. It’s pathetic how just a single gaze could make her vulnerable. She hates the she feels toward him. Especially in a situation like this. A situation where she just found out that he has a new mate. He has moved on.

“Aurora…