Unholy Love のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

~You look extremely beautiful, sprawled in my bed and naked.~Arcane POV:As the days counted down to Xavier's departure, the air seemed to hold a quiet sense of anticipation and melancholy. It was a month that passed in a blur, a mix of shared moments and unspoken acknowledgments of what was to come.I watched him move around his room, folding clothes and placing them carefully into suitcases. Each item he packed was a tangible reminder of the impending distance that would separate us. Tomorrow was his flight, and I couldn't shake the feeling of uncertainty that hung in the air. How long would he be gone? When would I get to see him again?I lay on his bed, the sheets cool against my skin, as a sense of helplessness settled over me. It was a surreal moment, watching him prepare to leave, knowing that our lives were about to take separate paths, even if temporarily."I'm going to miss you," I whispered, the words barely audible in the quiet of the room. They hung in the air, a fragile

~Without you, I am nothing.~Arcane POV:The weight of the world seemed to rest on my shoulders as I trudged through the familiar halls of my high school. Each step echoed with a sense of finality, a reminder that the end was drawing near. The thought should have been liberating, a gateway to new beginnings, but instead, it felt like a vice closing around my heart.Once I pushed open the front door of our house, I all but sprinted to my room. The familiar comfort of my bed beckoned, and as I sank into its softness, I let out a long, weary sigh. Rolling onto my stomach, I buried my face into the pillow, seeking solace in its familiar embrace. The muffled sound of my own breath was a steady rhythm in the otherwise quiet room.And then, it came—the unrelenting surge of emotion that had been lurking just beneath the surface. The tears welled up, a testament to the ache that gnawed at my heart. It was the ache of missing, of longing for something just out of reach. It was the ache of Xavie

~I like it more, you sprawled over my bed, naked and ready for me.~ Arcane POV:The anticipation for Xavier's game coursed through me like a current of electricity, leaving me both excited and nervous. I longed to call him, to wish him luck and share in his excitement, but I hesitated, not wanting to disturb him on this pivotal day. He needed space to focus, to prepare for the monumental moment ahead. However, his thoughtfulness shone through when he sent me tickets for the game, not just for me, but for Abby as well. The gesture warmed my heart, a testament to the depth of his care. It was a small act that spoke volumes, reminding me once again why I had fallen so deeply for him. With the tickets in hand, a surge of excitement rippled through me. I imagined being there, in the stands, cheering him on, a witness to this momentous occasion. It was a privilege, one I didn't take lightly. As the evening stretched before me, I delved into my wardrobe, determined to find the perfect ou

~My heart throbs, when I see you cry.~ Xavier POV: The hospital corridor stretched out before me, the harsh fluorescent lights casting a sterile glow on the linoleum floor. Each step felt like a weight, a leaden anchor pulling me forward. As I turned the corner, my breath caught in my throat. There she was, Arcane, on her knees beside the bed. Her usually vibrant spirit seemed crushed, replaced by a soul-wrenching despair. Her sobs tore through the quiet of the room, echoing off the stark white walls. My feet were glued to the ground, my heart pounding a frenzied rhythm in my chest. The sight before me was too much to bear. Melissa, her face pallid, lay so still, so achingly motionless. The room seemed to close in around me, suffocating me in its unbearable silence. Arcane's cries filled the void, a heartrending symphony of grief. "Mom," she choked out, her voice a desperate plea. "Please, wake up. You can't leave me like this." I shut my eyes, willing the image to disappear, pra

~The best breakfast is the kind that starts between your legs.~ Arcane POV: The morning light spilled through the curtains, casting a fragile glow across the room. It was a deceptive serenity, a stark contrast to the turmoil that had etched itself into my heart over the past few days. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I turned to the empty space beside me, a pang of disappointment coursing through me like a silent ache. Summoning every ounce of strength, I eased myself out of the bed, the cool touch of the floor a stark contrast to the warmth that still clung to the sheets. The shower offered a brief respite, the cascade of water washing away some of the heaviness that clung to me. As I descended the stairs, the hollowness of the house enveloped me like a suffocating shroud. Without Mom, it felt like every room echoed with the absence of her presence. Vincent sat in the living room, a solitary figure lost in the depths of his own contemplation. "Good morning," I whispered, my voi