He looks like he might close the space between us. He looks like he wants to.
My brain supplies a dozen sane exits. My body refuses every one.
He looks as if he might kiss me.
So I do something- exactly the kind of crazy I'm proud of but later I reg...
OK y'all have been asking for an alternate ending where xavier manages to keep everyone safe and they're happy as hell, married and stuff! 🤍 this will have 5-6 chapters in total.
i'd love to hear your thoughts as well and what scene would you like <33
the sequel which will be the actual ending (its a happy ending, dw!) but you can assume this one as the actual one too!
the reason i want to write a sequel is cause i wanna write amara as an absolute BADDIE, and i want her redemption arc soooo BAD, and i cant wait for y'all to read about the lengths she's go for xavier. That story deserves to be told in full detail as well
you can still read this ending and the sequel as it wont ruin your reading experience!
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It's been a week.
Seven days.
168 hours.
10080 minutes.
I wake up with a weight that doesn't feel anything like her head on my chest. Breathing feels unfamiliar, like my body is confused about why it's still trying when the only thing that made it worth it walked out that door.
I've taken punches that split skin and blurred my vision, but this?
This is a wound no one can see
My heart doesn't feel broken it feels hollow. Like someone reached inside me and scooped everything out, leaving only an echo behind. I move around this penthouse like a ghost haunting his own life. The rooms are the same. The view is the same. But it doesn't carry her laughter anymore. It doesn't carry her soft humming when she thought I wasn't listening.
It doesn't just have her.
She had these cute tactics- asking me to wear matching colors because "couples who coordinate, dominate." Dragging me into stores and pouting until I gave in.
I loved that she claimed me in small, ridiculous ways. Like the world needed to know I was hers.
She used to sit on the edge of our bed after my fights, cleaning the cuts on my face with hands so gentle it felt unreal. She'd press soft kisses against my bruises like she could erase the violence out of me. "You're beautiful, Xav." she'd whisper like I didn't bleed for a living. Like I wasn't built from rage and broken things. She touched me like I wasn't dangerous. Like I wasn't something to survive
Her smile... God.
That smile could end wars. It could make kings kneel and me?
I didn't stand a chance when she smiled at me, it felt like being chosen. Like for once in my life, I wasn't the weapon. I was just a man she wanted.
I keep replaying her words, trying to find a crack in them. A tremor. A lie.
