𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 || CAM BRIEL

PROLOGUE

PROLOGUE
.・゜゜・　 　 ・゜゜・．
𓆩✧𓆪

|| 1865 ||

"Please stay."

She rasped as she caught her breath after rushing from the main floor of the mansion, after leaving the party to follow him—the man she couldn't stop thinking about since they first met and who brought her here. She watched him hurryingly gathering up his belongings while drenched in rain.

Over his damp, dark hair, a light from the thunderstorm outside the window flashed. His dark hair was still wet from the rain, and he closed his bag and dropped it on the ground. He appeared so overwhelmed with his wet white shirt that his arms and hard stomach were barely exposed through the cloth.

He looked up and met her gaze, she looked miserably desperate for him to stay, he had a thought of if only he didn't pursue working for them as the butler just to see her again, even though he knew this was a bad plan from the beginning, this wouldn't happen.

A regret ached inside his heart but it still beats for her, desperately.

"I must go." He remarked with his green eyes gazing at her intensely.

Before he could continue walking out with his things, she pulled up her soiled, mud-splattered skirt and shifted to face him. "Please, just listen to me."

When she held his hand and placed his palm on her chest, she said, "Listen to my heart."

Both of their faces was getting closer and closer every deep breath they took. He turned his head away as their lips began to tremble and his heart raced. "This cannot be right."

"Tell me the truth, please... Have we met before?" She asked while she gripped his hand gently.

"I do not think we have."
"How are you so sure?— but how about the way you looked at me earlier was.... indeed something happened... here, listen to it. It won't stop beating fast." She put his palm with more firm over her chest.

"Please, I must go before something bad happens." He announced and exhaled deeply with his eyes closed. The girl leaned her head over his chest and she could hear his heartbeat, racing.

"If you're talking about my father, you're wrong because he won't give a care about this and I'm coming with you."

"Oh, darling.. you don't understand, we cannot do this." He smiled weakly.

"Have we ever met before?" She asked again.

He was quiet but deep inside he wanted to scream out the answer and his feelings for her.

"Why would you not answer my question, Cam?" Her voice cracked in miserably but her heart still beats in frustration and desperation.

When she let his hand go, he he held her face and lift her head up to meet his gaze. Her damped eyes were glinting and her rosy cheeks were warm as he caressed her face while gazing at her in-depth and admiring every detail of her face and soul.

"Because I don't want you to get hurt."

"I beg you not to fool me,... just be truthful for me.... Why oh, why my feelings are intertwined to yours when I saw you for the very beginning?... Just I have a feeling that I've known you for years."

Cam clenched his jaw and looked deeply into her (e/c) eyes, searching for them "How do you feel about me?" He whispered softly.

He asked with a frown on his face, despite the fact that he desperately wanted to hear those familiar words, those beautiful disaster words, again.

"I love you." She didn't hesitate to answer. A tear fell over off her cheek, her eyes widening as she was astonished by those three words, those powerful words that came out of her mouth that she just gave it away to this familiar boy she had only known for about a half a year.

"No, you do not." He shook his head and smiled bittersweetly. What he meant, she can't love him. It hurts more when he heard the three words than to feel his love for her, it's complicated.

She knitted her eyebrows, she moved more closer, chest to chest, her other hand pressed on his chest, and felt his heart racing while he was catching his breath, she shook her head in disbelief. "I do, I do cherish you and our moments we had together and I think you do feel the same. I know. I can feel it."

"No, we cannot."

"What? How come we can't?"

"Oh, my love..." He furrowed his brows and forced a small smile, shook his head, and caressed her cheek, "You really don't understand."

"No, you don't understand my feelings for you that I...I love you."

He hushed her "Shh..." He shook his head again while he cupped her face close to him.

"I admit I'm falling in love with you, and it's odd how it hurts to even say it— It hurts me, it— it also angers me as well. It is such a messy feeling but... but it's the truth, I do.." She said as he wiped her wet cheeks of tears and he leaned his forehead over hers.

Their eyes are in lock, gazing and examining every detail of their faces but mostly what attracts them was, what was so close to them, their lips.

"I know, as much as I want to say those words back to you but I can't." He closed his eyes in desperate.

"Say it, just say it." She closed her eyes in distress and desperation as well. "Please."

He opened his eyes, the tip of their noses touched, he cupped her face with his both hands and caressing her cheeks with his thumb.

They both slowly sat down together as Cam led her on the bed and let her sat on his lap, he tilted his head to the side in an angle when she slowly opened her eyes as her body tensed up when his other hand moved down to her waist, feeling her warm body.

Cam gazed at her eyes so deeply that it made those old memories replayed on the back of his head, there was a lot going on..., then his gazed moved down to her lips, lingering to do something that is forbidden.

She whispered softly "Always remember, always remember my love for you." She tilted her head to the other side at an angle as well.

His lower lip met hers, it gave a spark of warmth and passion, "I remember." He whispered back and exhaled heavily with his heart beating fast before his lips finally made it way to press on hers, their lips met again, brushed passionately and meaningful, a tender-lip lock.

Then a regrets came, but it was also a powerful, meaningful, and passionate love but yet, it is such a dangerous affection. He desires it, always wants it, but it's forbidden to grant it.

Such as like the relationship between of the moon and sun that represents their love story.

A shadows started emerging around them until he felt her presence begin to warm up and then light up so brightly beneath his eyelids.

Always remember.
I remember.

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