Our Asymptotic Love Story の小説・ストーリー

It seems the natural thing to do Tonight no one's gonna find us We'll leave the world behind us When I make love to you Tonight I celebrate my love for you And hope that deep inside you'll feel it, too Tonight our spirits will be climbing To a sky filled up with diamonds Ashely laid her head on Adrian's shoulder as they danced to their song, closing her eyes as she remembered their first time, not wanting this to be the end. "I love you," was the last thing Ashley whispered to Adrian before her body went numb in his arms. The flashing lights outside drew Adrian out of his train of thought as he recalled the last moment he had with Ashley. Adrian…

"You call this stalking redemption? I don't need your guilt-driven babysitting. You owed me loyalty. You owed me faith. Not this... this obsessive shadowing!" His chin dropped to his chest. "...I'm sorry." Bella inhaled sharply, forcing the lump in her throat down. "Stop trespassing in my life. Just... disappear." She spun on her heel before he could see her eyes glisten. Damian remained rooted, arms limp at his sides. Tears blurred his vision as his nails bit into his palms. "Then tell me," he whispered to the empty space she'd occupied, "how do I stop loving you?"

ASHTON'S POV Love.* The word was a physical blow. Ashton’s mask almost cracked. *She doesn’t know the meaning of the word. Not the way Novah did. Not the way I do.* He saw Novah tracing the scar above his eyebrow, her touch a silent question and acceptance. He felt her lips against his, not demanding, but giving. Heard her broken whisper outside his door: *"I love you."* Loveth’s declaration was a political speech, a coronation of her ambition wrapped in pretty lies.

Lines and numbers danced across the projector wall, my Gamma’s voice a steady cadence of economic forecasts, alliance, negotiations, supply allocations, but none of it mattered. All I could see was Ashley’s face when she said she was going to leave me eventually. Her words kept echoing in my head like a curse. “We’ll have nothing to do with each other.” That hurt more than rejection, more than the moment I had signed off on her exile. I hadn’t expected her to stay out of love. But I hoped, really hoped that I’d earn a chance to start over. And this illness, it seemed like the Moon Goddess’s benevolence to give our bond another chance, blessing our hearts. But ...

I even doubt that I'll still be able to be loved when my only mate- the one who was meant for me didn't even felt any love for me. Well, I won't even ask for another guy not to even expect to have one. I'm so done with everything. All of this at already enough and I don't want to add something to make me break out again. Besides, I can't have two mates. It's him... Only him, yet it's impossible for our worlds to collide again. We were just some kind of asymptotes who will approach each other although we're not meant to be together and that's definitely as fucked up as my life.

He eyes me from top to toe. Was there any need to remind me that I am so unlucky and about to be his second wife! A slow romantic the tune starts to play in the background where Aspen places his hands on my bareback and pulls me closer to him. Now our bodies are so close that I can literally feel his hard chest. With the music, we start to move in rhythm. Slowly Aspen s hand moves a little upward toward the thread tying my blouse. In an instinct, I try to move away from him but being weak; I was pulled closer towards him. Now our faces are also so close with our breath mingling. This feels so hypnotizing.1

Then, she said, “You know what this sounds like, right?” Amelia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t say it.” Maya grinned. “Enemies to lovers.” Amelia groaned. “Maya, I swear—” “Just saying,” Maya sang. “It’s a classic trope.” “Not our trope,” Amelia shot back. Maya giggled. “We’ll see.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Anyway,” she said, “enough about him. I have other news.” “Ooh,” Maya said. “Spill.”

I have said all these in one go and shouting loud. Why is he telling me... that I left that wedding?! Arghhh!! "Say that again," "I," Before I could complete he hugged me so tight lifting me off the floor. "Love you." I too hugged him. "I love you too, my birdy." He said placing a soft wet kiss below my left ear and burying his face in the crook of my neck. His eyes were moist I could feel the wetness on my neck. I made him cry. "I am sorry," I said holding him more firmly as my life depended on him. Love is beautiful but the path of it to be one is always painful even if it is a sweet love story or a sad one like us. I can't even think of my life without Avinash.

___ **Back to reality** The fading echoes of Draven and Lysandra's forbidden love story hung heavy in the air, their whispers weaving through the rustling leaves and painting the sunset sky with hues of bittersweet yearning. Adrian and Seraphina, bound together by fate's cruel hand and ancestral ties, found themselves caught in the maelstrom of a love story destined to defy the very fabric of their existence.