|A Lost Love (standard:romance, 14389 words)|
|Author: Chantell||Added: Dec 26 2008||Views/Reads: 1609/943||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|3/4 of this is true. The parts that are not true are the parts that I add to make it less obvious that it's a true story, and the 2 intimate scenes.|
Chapter One: “Rosabella, I have made my choice,” Cecilius said. “Really, and who did you choose,” Rosabella asked eagerly hoping that he had chosen her, but fear was at the pit of her stomach telling her that he had chosen the girl over her. “I have chosen her. I am truly sorry, Rosabella,” he said. Rosabella just stared at him trying to understand his words and crying at the same time. “Just know that I still love you, Rosabella, and I always will,” he said kissing her cheek and hugging her. New tears were in Rosabella's eyes and fiercely streaming down her face. She pushed him away, and ran. She did not know where she was running or if she would ever see him again. “Please, Rosabella, wait, come back, don't run,” he called after her. Rosabella ran quicker, faster then she had ever run before. She did not look back, nor did she stop until she came to a familiar place. Waterfall Creek, Cecilius had called it. He said, “‘Tis a beautiful place, isn't it?” “Yes,” Rosabella had agreed, looking around. He had taken her there quite a few times before. Rosabella sat against a tree, her tears coming quickly. She couldn't stand the thought that he had chosen her, it hurt too much. Rosabella didn't even know who she was. She couldn't talk to him, or see his face, and when he had hugged her and kissed her cheek, she knew that it would be the last time he touched her, or spoke to her. “He does not love me. Not one bit. He never did,” Rosabella murmured to herself. She heard a rustling of the leaves and turned to see what it was, noticing it was Cecilius, Rosabella tried to ignore him. “Please Rosa; don't ignore me I can't bear it,” he said. “What else am I to do,” she grumbled. “Talk to me, that's what,” he answered with a stern look. Rosabella looked at his eyes, tears running down her face so quickly she could barely see. He stared back, glancing around him for a moment. “I thought you would be here,” he said with a half smile appearing on his face. “Do you remember the first time I brought you here, Rosabella?” he asked. She nodded only staring at his beautiful face. He looked back at her, their eyes meeting once again. Rosabella's breath came to a sudden halt; she didn't know what to do. He reached to touch her face. His fingers tracing from her forehead to her jaw, his touch was the loveliest thing, so soft so tender. As Rosabella thought, why did he have to torture me so? She closed her eyes, memorizing his touch, fearing it would be the last time she felt it. Rosabella's breath started again a slow, shallow, deep breathing. He stopped tracing her face, his hand frozen in place. She opened her eyes to see his beautiful eyes staring at her. He leaned closer to kiss her. She wanted to pull away so badly, She was much too sad and did not want to be hurt yet again. It was too late, he kissed her. His lips full and soft on her own; he grabbed each side of Rosabella's face with his hands, locking her in place. His touch, so tender and soft, she was unable to stop her instincts as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. She leaned towards him, her eyes closed, the kiss seemed to last forever, and she hoped it would never end. The soft caress of his lips was magnificent, the tender feeling of his hands on her face. Finally our lips parted; his hands still locking her in place she slowly opened her eyes to find him staring at me. Rosabella stared back at his eyes; what have I done! She thought “I-I have to go,” Rosabella said trying to stand up. “No, please, don't go,” he said pulling her back to him as he stood up. She froze in place staring at him; looking back and forth at his eyes. She had to get away. “I'm sorry,” Rosabella said as she pulled away. His grip on her wrist tightened holding her back. She didn't know what to do. “Let go of me!” She snapped at him. He stared at her; Rosabella jerked her hand away making him let go, and ran once again. She looked back to see his blank face staring at her as she ran away from him. Cecilius stood there as her image slowly turned into little dot in the distance. I should probably let her be for now; I don't want to make it worse, he thought to himself. He needed time to rethink some stuff as well, and decided to go home for now and try talking to her once more tomorrow. As Cecilius drove home, his mind filled with thoughts about himself, about Rosabella, about everything, time flew by like it was nothing; in a blink of an eye, as it felt, he was parking his car in front of his house. Cecilius put the key into the lock, took a deep breath and locked the doors of his car. The moment he stepped inside the house, the well known scent came across his nose; sweet, stunning, and lovely scent... Indeed her scent was still present in the house. It never went away...at least he didn't want it to go away. Cecilius closed the doors, turned the lights on; hesitated for a moment then took off his coat. I really need a drink, he thought as he went to the Click here to read the rest of this story (1097 more lines)
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