She's not the chosen one, she is the cursed one. His curse and his redemption.
"No, we can't" my breath hitched as his thumb traced my lower lips making the world around me spin.
"I'm your mate Luna, you are m...
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After Aurora left, I decided to scroll through the photos of Luna and I to calm myself down.
That girl, why can't she understand that I don't want to marry her? Why is she so stubborn?
Keeping those thoughts aside, I took the photo album which has the memories of those fifteen days. It was Luna's idea, she wanted to capture all those memories in picture form. So, we brought a camera in our way and captured every precious moment of our adventure.
After she left me with a letter, I decided to print those pictures out, loud and big. That way I could remember my mate and stay sane till she comes back.
One may think that I am insane expecting her to come back but she is my mate and the world is not so cruel to keep two mates apart or at least that's what I would like to think. My wallflower will comeback, she should. Mates are meant to be there for each other.
"You are my home Luke," she always used to tell. If it's true then at the end of the day she should come back to me, her home.
Looking through those pictures, I remembered how Luna wanted me to take her to the pub so that she could drink her heart out. My mate hasn't even tasted alcohol in her whole life. I know, my mate is so precious. I smiled at the memory.
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"Luke," my mate gently tugged my shirt as I made her some pasta. I told her that I will make our dinner today, I wanted to impress her. Yes, I learned cooking for my mate and there is nothing wrong with it.
It's our eleventh day adventure and hell, I am loving each and every day of it.
Lowing the heat, I turned to my mate and captured her between my arms, giving a small peck on her lips. Damn, I love it how she still blushes like a tomato, all surprised every time I give her a peck.
"What is it, Luna?" I rubbed her waist up and down. She loves it when I do that to her.
"I want you to take me to a pub, I want to drink till I remember nothing," she said those words out slowly, playing with my shirt instead of looking at my face. I could sense her nervousness. My innocent wallflower.
"And why is that? Where did you get this idea from?" I chuckled and on time, Luna hid her face in my neck all shy, I will never get over this sweet gesture of hers.
"The movie we watched yesterday."
Ah, I should've guessed it.
"So, you want to get insanely drunk?" I teased her.
She nodded her head.
"Then you have a single condition," I said in a stern tone.
Her eyes widened as she frowned looking at me, moving a step back to see my face.