Evelyn Bernard. her name may sound somewhat like a creature who's unbelievably cute and adorable but i can assure you once you look at her she looks way more delicate like a dessert. she looks like someone who needs to be protected who needs to be taken care of. there's only one thing i hate about her and that is how easily she trusts others, how she doesn't even suspect that someone might always not have good intentions.
" why are you looking at me like that" eve chuckles looking at me with her deep blue eyes. her cheeks has a hint of berry pink colour. she's glowing.
"admiring how someone could be this much beautiful"
she blushes hard as she hears it. her fingers are on my chest meddling with the curves of it.
" you sound so flirty, must've said this line to multiple women" her eyes clenched a little
" no, ONLY YOU"
" you're the first woman i've ever confessed to"
eve looks overwhelmed hearing this. " are you serious? why me? i mean look at you you- Christopher Hemsworth you can have anyone you want right now?"
" i can , but i only want you"
her doe eyes sparkling as she's still looking at me. i can feel her heart beat racing and mine are perfectly synchronised with hers.
" what would you do if you ever find someone better than me?" she asks
" there's no better, you simply are the best" my fingers tracing her cheeks slowing moving toward her lips. " … and you will continue to be the best for me forever"
" you know…." eve starts to mumble slowly " i have never felt so appreciated before …." her eyes a little teary, "… thank you for everything" her words heavy with emotion, as though she's peeling back a layer of herself that's been hidden for too long.
"Eve…" I say her name softly, almost reverently, as I cup her face in my hands, lifting her chin so that our eyes meet more directly. "You deserve all the appreciation in the world," I pull her into a tight embrace, her head resting on my chest, For a long moment, we just sit there, wrapped up in each other, the world outside forgotten. I stroke her hair, murmuring soft reassurances, letting her know that she's safe, that she's loved, and that I'll never stop being with her. but still at one end of my heart aches to even think that she might be getting betrayed by my. a struck of thunder divides me thinking how can i do this to her.
I glance down at her peaceful face, her eyes closed in trust and contentment, and guilt surges through me like a wave, threatening to drown me. even as I hold her so tenderly, She doesn't know the truth, doesn't see the darkness lurking behind my intentions. I was supposed to use her but somewhere along the way, something changed. I wasn't supposed to care for her. I wasn't supposed to love her.
The storm inside me rages on, my emotions clashing violently—love and guilt, desire and fear, revenge and regret. My breath hitches as I struggle to keep my composure, knowing that with every heartbeat, I'm sinking deeper into a situation I never meant to be in.
" i missed my classes today professor might be really mad at me" she says suddenly. and i came back to reality my brain instantly pulling me back from my overthinking, the shadows in my head.
" do you want me to have a talk with him" i offered. " hell noo.. i know how you handle things" she says with a little panic. a touch of alarm in her voice that makes me chuckle."Okay, okay, I won't," I say, raising my hands in surrender. "You don't have to be so cute."