"I am not a perfectionist.
I am not a saint.
I am a disaster covered in veils
I do mistakes,I fall,I love,I hate.
Yet whatever I do in life, I do it like a revolutionary, with no restraint."
....
The world seemed to have stopped as they stare at each other. Oblivion of the crowd cheering, music blasting and water droplets showering.
When suddenly Vivian chuckles, showing him her hand. Covering her giggles with her other hand.
"What's so funny ?"
Ethan asks confused to only have her dismiss him.
"It's nothing... it's just about what you said..."
He pulls her closer to him, making her chuckles to seize.
Her excited eyes meeting his calm brown ones.
"I mean it Vivian. I am serious."
Placing her hands on his chest, she nods. Looking up.
"So you mean to say that you hate me...but you also love me?"
He gets serious while she again chuckles.
"Oh Ethan. Why are you always so confused about yourself? You don't even know who you like!"
"I know Vivian."
She moves up her finger placing it on his lips.
"Shhh...just shh... you don't know. I will tell you today. I have finally understood it....I am not a fool okay!"
She says smiling, like she has won a trophy.
"Hmmm...how do I show you.....yes idea!!"
And next he knows, she start pulling him along. Out of the party.
They reach the beach house and instead of going in ,she drags him to the beach.
Making him sit down.
"Vivian what are you ..?"
"Shhh not a word. Just sit here."
He looks up at her, to see her finding something. To only come back holding a small wooden stick in her hands in victory.
Her frame swaying a bit, but she manages... giggling with herself.
"Vivian you are drunk..you need-"
"No ! I am fine! Just sit down!"
She warns him, pointing the stick towards him and he sighs sitting back.
And that's when she starts what she intends to show him.
Moving the stick in the beach sand, she points at the figure in the sand and then at him.
"This....this is you"
Moving two steps back, she draws another figure behind the first figure....a little closer to the beach waves... almost in the wet sand.
"This ....this is me..."
And finally stepping in further of the centre figure, she draws another figure at the lead.
"And this....is Soph."
Ethan clenches his fist, not able to understand it.
There were three figures in front of him in a line
One at the extreme left was Vivian...in centre was him and on his right was Soph
"What does this even mean Vivian? What are you doing?"
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His Scarred Beauty (Complete)
Romance"Skin once broken ,can never be the same. Just like hearts once betrayed, struggle to beat again." ................................................... A broken piece of glass, a shattered heart. Was all that could define Ethan Lockwood's past. The...
