Dejavu of moments

Iris's POV

Back then, when Xander was Alexander Russo, my sister's fiance and I started falling for him, I knew there was no future for him and me, I kept no hope for any of us.

I just lived the moment, those small gestures that fluttered my heart, like a new flower blooming.

I cherished those moments and emotions, like, how he would gaze at me longingly when he thought no one is looking at him. The haze his mere presence used to put me in. It was all that I used to live for.

How he would clench his jaw and fist his palms, due to anger, when any male would try coming near to me.

We were not together then, but still, his eyes claimed me.

I was claimed by his

Eyes

Concern

Anger

Jealousy

Possessive ness

Warmth

Care

Love

And lastly

Devotion.

We declared our love, not when the three magical words were uttered but, it was when he took my drunk self to his condo and hugged me under the shining moon, on his balcony.

That moment I can never forget. It was divine as if our scattered letters