I watched as he got down on one knee, pulling out a small velvet box, opening it to reveal a beautiful ring.

Oh my God.
" Keith." I breathed out behind my hand, not knowing what to say or do.
My knees felt weak and my stomach was swirling with butterflies.
" Akiandra my Angel, a patient woman you've been, one who never gave up on me even if at times I proved to not deserve you, in the slightest. You are one of a kind my sweet, an Angel sent from above, just for me. We may not have started out the cliche or romantic type of way, but our story is not worth to be defined as such, simple or compared to others. Our story is ours to tell.
I've done so many mistakes with you that at often times I wondered how you could still stay with me. You saw something in me, some
Keith Salvatore's POV.I've lost her.I've lost the love of my life.How could this happen, how could I lose the one meant for me? It was not so long ago that things were just fine, things beginning for us. I had plans, I wanted a start over so I could do right by her.I wasted time that's for sure and now here I am emotionless, I haven't talked to anyone, haven't left my room ever since that night.My heart clenches thinking about that night, her life giving way in my arms, her hand resting on my chest, telling me that she loved me.I could never get tired of hearing those three words come from her, her eyes, her voice, her heart reached out to me. Whenever she said those words, I felt it, I heard and felt the truth in them. A woman of truth, honesty, innocent to the core and had a heart of gold. She waited, she bloody waited
Akiandra's POV.The last I remember is of pain, my life flashing before my eyes and him. Oh God, I said goodbye to him, believing that night was our last. My Keith, he must be so worried, so broken, as I am away from him. Days have passed I believe, since they took me. Every piece of the puzzle was pieced together, the moment she walked into the dungeon I've been held in.Nothing seemed to make sense whilst all I was surrounded by, was darkness. Then she walked in, with a determined, crazed look on her face. She had intention to cause me pain, anger seeped out of her and it was directed towards me.I couldn't understand as to why she'd do this if Keith meant so much to her. Didn't she care about him? I had asked but her obsession with hurting me, seemed greater then the love she claimed to have for him.I had no strength to do much because I was still in a bit of p
I've been in and out of consciousness for some time now, I don't know for how long, whether minutes or hours, I don't know.The cold has made me numb, my body feels stuck and I can't move. I've even reached the level of not shivering anymore but staying still. My heart pumping is the only thing telling me that I'm still alive, it's a hard and painful task to breathe, my nose has gone dry and as seconds go on by, it feels worse.I can't think straight and I believe I've reached the level of hallucination, when I think I hear another banging sound. Maybe I've gone crazy now, wanting to believe so much in anyone finding me.The banging sound continues and that's when a tear slips out, because my beating heart tells me, no let me rephrase that, my every frozen being tells me that I've been found.I want to scream and call out, but I can't. It's so frustrating and my closed eyes, feel heavy with threatening tears.
The doctor had left us speechless, he left us with a bombshell and neither one of us have spoken, rather take in the information given and be in thought, whilst in silence.Keith now stood at a distance right where the doctor had stood and I, well I'm still seated on the bed. I'm grateful for Keith suggesting I be treated and recover at home, I don't like the hospital, more so I don't trust any medical person at the moment, after what happened.Elena had disguised herself as a nurse and she and her accomplices, took me right under everyone's noses, pretending to be moving rooms.She had a well thought out plan, all with a goal to finally end my life. She hated me, she truly hates me and I, well I cant do anything about that.This spare room used as my recovering room, just gives me the feel of home and makes me more comfortable.I just wish I was relaxed and less tense, having to think about th
I've been all smiles for the past few days, right after that day when Keith said we should get married, we have been doing anything but planning. All we ever spent time on was daydreaming of the after, not so much invested on the wedding. We were more then ready for the start of our lives, the start of our story being rewritten.My excitement was beyond words and whenever thoughts of getting married again came to mind, I would either zone out or squeal into dance. I was a woman in love, ready to walk down the aisle and spend the rest of her life with the love of her life. Everything now felt anew, like it was the first time getting married, only this time, things were going to be done the right way.As exciting as everything was, it still felt stressful and overwhelming, I didn't know where to start and right now, I am exhausted from just staring at the many wedding magazines. I didn't know what to do, what to choose and I was beyond frust
" You're my aunt?" I ask." Oh my gosh." In long stride, she comes over to me, surprising me with pulling me in for a big hug.I can't move or return the hug, my arms remain hanging on my sides."Oh sorry." She quickly steps back, blushing in embarrassment." It's okay. Um would you like to sit down for a moment?" " Yes of course." She goes back to where she'd been standing, now settling on the couch and I join her.A minute's silence passes with us simply staring at each other. She looks so much like my mom it's creepy. "I don't know what to say. Hi, I'm Akiandra?" I hold out my hand, biting at my lips, not really knowing what to say." Marisa Thompson, your aunt." She shakes my hand, a shy smile on her face." I don't know you, oh I'm sorry. What I mean is, my mother never mentioned you."
I laid back on the seat, silently watching the stars as they shun in the night sky, the open roof gave me the perfect view. We hadn't really spoken after he saved me from the many reporters. I have so many questions right now, one of them including when he got back, how he knew I'd be at the diner and why he brought me to the middle of nowhere. I did trust London, that he'd never hurt me, but I was curious as to why we were here.He laid on his back, on his own seat, having done the same with mine, letting the silence take over.I take this time to think back on tonight, how things ended between Keith and I. A part of me feels bad for some of the things I said. I understand his need to protect me and just how much he too was affected by my near death experiences. Another part of me needs for him to sort himself out, to talk to his family and release all he's been holding onto.He needs his family
I can say right now, today, that I've never felt more closer to my mother then hearing all about her life before she had me, from aunt Marisa.The way her eyes lit up as she lost herself to memory, gave away how much she loved and missed my mom. I could sense that she still wore that sense of guilt for not being there for her big sister, but I assured her that my mom was proud of her and that, she never held any grudges.Our afternoon was filled with tears, laughter and a trail down memory lane with the help of relaxation, we felt at the spa .Keith had not been kidding when he said we would have our own privacy with a team attending to us. The minute we stepped in, we were treated like royalty and at one point, one lady came forward, asking for my autograph. Crazy, I know.For some reason people were eager for Keith's and I's wedding, the lady who asked for my autograph asked if we would showcase it li