Love is Everlasting // Noah Centineo (Sequel to Love is Magic)

6 - Small, gentle, and kind

Noah's POV:

I have to admit, I was really disappointed when Venus didn't want to come outside the café to see me. I feel like I am never going to be able to get her back. She's the only person I could possibly want in my life forever. Even if I could have had the chance to give her a hug and hold her small stature in my arms again. As much as I want to kiss her and hold her hand and show her off to the world, she will never let me back in and it kills me.

It was good to see Ellorie again, though, and she's still just as small as I remember her. Her and Venus look so much alike, and they both look just like their mom. I miss their mom, too. I still regret everything that happened about the secret, and I wish I could have known her longer. I can't imagine how Venus and Ellorie are doing without their mom around.

I will cherish that split second when Venus and I locked eyes. I could see how vulnerable she felt, and I could sense that she wanted me just as much as I wanted her. I know Venus better than anybody, she told me that herself. I wish she would let me back in, we could be better than ever before. I just want to love her for the rest of my life.

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My interview was wrapping up and we were making small-talk off camera. We had a few interviews about the new movie that was out, and I got all kinds of questions about who I'm dating right now, and the answer was always nobody.

When Venus and I were together, I was very cautious with her in public because I didn't want to risk her privacy. I didn't want her to get sucked in to this life. I love my job and I love all the people I've met, but its hard when your life is broadcasted all over social media, even when you don't know it.

I happened to glance out the window and I saw a familiar person, a familiar figure walking, looking distressed. It didn't take me long to realize who it was.

I shot out of the seat I was in, ran towards the front door of the building not caring who was calling after me, and I ran down the front steps to make my way to her.

She was walking pretty fast, but my long legs enabled me to put myself in front of her and stop her to try and figure out how I could help.

Her makeup was running down her face, she looked like she was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

I gently grabbed her hands, pulling them away from her face. They still felt the same. Small, gentle, and kind. I kissed her hand and placed my right hand on her cheek, wiping her tears.

She looked into my eyes and we both searched for words to say.

"What's wrong?" I asked, deeply concerned.

She kept looking at me, trying to figure out if she should be happy or mad that I came out here for her.

I could see that she was on the verge of more tears, so I pulled her into my arms and held her as tight as I possibly could. She cried onto my designer suit jacket, but I couldn't care less. This suit means nothing to me, but Venus means everything to me.

"Let's go somewhere more private," I said wrapping my arm around her shoulder, guarding her face from any cameras that may be close by. I led her into the building where I was for my interview, and we went into the dressing room for privacy.

She stood in the room, awkwardly, not knowing what to do.

"Come here, sit down." I said, placing my hand on her lower back, guiding her over to the couch. I sat beside her, resting my hand on her knee to show her I was there for her.

"What happened?" I asked, concerned.

She sat in silence, staring at the wall, then at my hand that was placed on her knee. I realized maybe it bothered her so I pulled it away, "Sorry... I don't really know what boundaries we have right now."