All Chapters of YOU WAITED: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I stand at the top of the stairs, waiting patiently for him, as he makes his way over to me. His eyes aren't anywhere else but on me. People part like the red sea, giving way for him, their curiosity getting the better of them, as they steal glances my way. As he ascends up the stairs, my eyes droop low, nerves bubbling at the bottom of my stomach, expecting just about anything. I feel him close, his cologne filling my nostrils just when his shiny shoes come into view.My chin is tilted up and my eyes meet his, there's no anger in them but some kind of indescribable emotion, swirling in them. He's not saying anything but just staring at me, his eyes taking my whole face in as if he's seeing something new."You're breathtaking." He breathes out.My heart skips a beat at his words, a blush warming my cheeks.I can't even look at him, that's why my eyes avert elsewhere, making the mistake

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

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.

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

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