Beautiful Endings Part 28

Announcements: As most of you should know, this is the last part of Beautiful Endings. The last part of The Incandescent Trilogy. And before you Christosaurs get complaining that Alex's is longer...

...the first half is with Christofer, so it wouldn't be fair. And it's not like I favor Alex more, it's just that he was more fun to play around with, and to make good moments with. But I still love Christofer c:

Created by: Dannica

  1. "I can't keep doing this with you," I said, keeping my stare to the ground. "What are you talking about?" Christofer asked, his voice straining. I wriggled my nose. "I-I can't deal with all of these things that you're not telling me. That you haven't been telling me." Christofer ran his hand through his hair. "I've told you everything. Everything except this. I have no more secrets to hide." I sighed an looked up at him. "Really? Because you seemed to miss that you let Michael beat up Alex at the park that one time." He narrowed his eyes. "Who told you that? Alex didn't want anybody knowing." I tapped my fingers on the ground. "Surprisingly enough, I found that out by myself. It seemed pretty obvious since he was covered up in bruises."
  2. Christofer slumped one shoulder. "You can't blame that one on me. He didn't want anybody to know." I raised my eyebrows. "Yeah, but you said you have no secrets. Remember?" Christofer turned his back on me. "How do you expect us to have a relationship if you can barely tell me the truth? I know it has been hard, and I know you have good intentions, but when it comes down to it all, I want somebody that I can trust and someone who I know can have trust in me." "Are you saying you don't trust me now? Are you calling me a liar?" I got back up on my feet. "You know I didn't mean it like that." I touched his shoulder, making him tense. "Don't," he said quietly.
  3. I dropped my hand. He turned around, trying to put on the best smile he could. "I think you've made it pretty straight forward on who you've picked." I felt my throat get all scratchy. "Christofer—" "Go," he said, cutting me off, his voice getting caught up in his throat. "I'm happy for you. I'm happy you're with him." I felt my eyes get glossy. My mind screamed at me, questioning what I was doing, why I was letting this beautiful creature go. Christofer's jaw was going at it, clenching and unclenching. It was something he did when he was nervous, so I've noticed. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, his touch making my mind go all fuzzy again. But I know I was making the right choice. I turned to leave out the door, but I stopped in my tracks. I stopped and a tear rolled down my cheek, and I turned and ran into Christofer's arms, where he held me close to his chest, kissing my forehead. "Sorry," I muttered into his shoulder. "Don't be," he replied, keeping his voice steady. "That should be saying that." I started shaking. He kissed my forehead one last time, and said in a quiet voice, "I'll still be here. Whenever you get tired of him, I'll be there for you, okay?" He tried grinning, but it vanished. "Nothing is going to change that. Nothing. Yeah?" I nodded, my breath quickening. "I love you. I hope you know that." He pulled away and gestured towards the door. "Now go. I bet he's waiting."
  4. I was crying. Yeah, I pretty much made it clear to Christofer, but it was hard looking him in the eye—the guy who’s been there with me since the very beginning—and basically telling him that I’ve moved on to someone else. Someone who seems to understand more, I kept telling myself over and over again, as I continued speed-walking down the Ballroom. I saw him. I saw him standing there by a pillar, and when he saw me he smiled, only having it fade away when he saw the state I was in. I thrashed through the throng of people, heading to a door with gold lining on it. I heard his voice calling my name from behind, but I didn't want to turn back. I knew he was going to follow me anyways, to see if I was okay. He was sweet like that.
  5. I turned the knob and swung the door open, the clouds pouring out rain like it was a strainer. I didn't care. I stepped out, hearing the door swing shut, and stepped from under the little covering that the side of the castle provided. I was in the garden, where the wild flowers were enjoying their little sprinkle of growth. My hair got wet immediately, and so did my dress. I removed my shoes, holding them both in one hand, and made my way to a gravel bench, where the faces of angels were carved on the bottom, holding the bench up. I let my legs swing back and forth, my toes grazing the bright green grass underneath them. The stars were nowhere to be seen, but the moon was out and shining as valiantly as ever. It sucked. Seeing Christofer's face like that right when he realized what I was leading up to. It was gut-wrenching. It was unfathomable. It was devastating. I could only imagine how he was feeling right now. All that time put into me? Did it all seem like a waste to him now? I desperately hoped not.
  6. I hugged my knees to my chest and lay my head down, wondering what I was doing. I heard the door open and then close, and I felt my arms sprout out goosebumps. I wiped my tears away with my forearm (not that it would matter since it was raining anyways). I felt his warmth radiate off of him, making its way into my body, heating my soul. Alex. I looked sideways at him, dropping my legs back to the ground. He gently took hold of my arm and pulled him towards him into a tight embrace. I didn't want him to let go. My breathing was unsteady—quick and shallow. I buried my face in his chest, letting my ear listen to his pumping heartbeat. I wondered if he could feel mine. He rubbed my back, reassuring me, letting me know that I was okay, and I was with him and he was with me and we were together. We were in that position for a few minutes, the rain pounding down on us like it was upset. Then I broke the silence. "Why do you stay?" I asked him, keeping my eyes on the ground. He pulled away slightly, trying to catch my eye. "What do you mean?" My hands started shaking. "What's so special about me that makes you want to stick around?" The shaking now spread to my whole body. Then my eyes started getting all watery again. "I mean, look at me." I whipped my head and bore my eyes into his. "I'm pathetic."
  7. He dropped his arms from around me, and raked a hand through his hair, the rain just making it fall into his eyes again. "You talked to Christofer, didn't you?" There was a moment of silence, and I didn't reply. I wanted see where this would lead. My hands were still shaking, though. But I think it was from the cold rather than my nerves. Alex's lip trembled as he looked sideways, opposite my direction, and bowed his head, running his hand through his hair again. "Dammit," he muttered under his breath. "Am I too late? Did you already...?" His voice was full of worry. "I just want to know what you have to say." Alex flexed his jaw, flicking his eyes to me, and then to the ground. "You're not pathetic," he said quietly. He turned his head to look at me, only to hang it down again. "You're amazing. You're perfect."
  8. I was searching for something to say. My lips were slightly parted, but no words came out. "Why do I stay?" he repeated in a sort of humorous way, in a tone that questioned the question itself. He had a crooked smile on his face. "I stay because I want to. Because of your laugh, and how it just makes me happy inside. And because of the way you're so determined to get something you want. And your smile? I swear on my grandpa's grave that whenever you do it my heart starts aching." He started shivering, still not making eye contact. "I could listen to your voice for hours. I wouldn't care what you were talking about, as long as I could hear your voice, and how you start laughing in the middle of a sentence right before you're about to say a joke, and they way you say my name...It makes my stomach drop, like a roller coaster." He rubbed the back of his neck with one arm. "A-And how, how you bite the inside of your cheek when you're nervous and the way your face glows up whenever we kiss and how the whole world seems to just melt away whenever I'm with you and just, how everything seems to fall into place and how I just want to spend all my time with you and protect you from everything that's a threat and the way you hold my hand, it's like you never want to let go, and it makes me happy because I don't either and—" "It's you." He stopped himself, and finally looked over at me, his blue eyes cutting through my skin, sinking into my soul. "What?" The corners of my lips tugged up. "It's you, Alex. It's always been you."
  9. He shook his head slightly, maybe to check that this was reality. "Are you sure?" I smiled now. A tired, but happy one. "Are you asking me to change my mind?" Alex laughed, and then he kissed me. I think I was about to go into cardiac arrest. His hands were cupping my face, his lips a comforting warmness. He dropped one of his hands, and put it at my waist. I started smiling again, while his thumb stroked over my jawline. He started pulling away, but then I clung onto his tie and pulled him in again, which made him grin in the process. He bit my lip a little bit, which made me tingle from how good it actually felt. "Let's dance," he whispered into my ear while we broke slightly away to catch our breaths. I widened my eyes and shook my head. "I'd rather not." He put on a killer half-smile. "Why?" "I don't dance." He took my hand and started playing with my fingers like he always did. "You danced with me that one time at the park?" "That's different." He grinned. "How?" "Because I'm the one that planned it and it wasn't fair because I didn't know it would be for me!" Alex laughed. "Sure, but you didn't play that 'I don't dance' card with me. Besides, no one else will see us. We're out here in the rain. Everybody else is inside. And you better make your decision now before they announce District Leader of the Year. Sadie and Chant rigged the votes, you know, so Lady Kora could win." I fidgeted. "There's no music." "Doesn't mean you can't dance."
  10. Crap. He smiled his goofy smile, knowing that I was stuck. He stood on his feet in front of me, his smile turning into a widespread grin. Drenched in water, he bowed fancily, holding out his arm for me to take, like how people in the old days did. I laughed, but hesitated to take it. "Come on," he said with a wink. "I'll give you another kiss." I rolled my eyes, and took his arm. He laughed and then straightened up, pulling me into him so that my arms were slung over his shoulders, holding his neck, his hands on my hips. My toes curled themselves into the nice, cold soil, buried under. We swayed back and forth, side to side, my head resting on his chest. "Not so bad, right?" he said in a hushed tone. I nodded my head in agreement, a smile glued onto my face, raindrops falling from my eyelashes every time I blinked. "You know," he continued on, "I was kind of getting myself prepared for this moment. If you didn't pick me, I mean. I would lay there and just create scenarios, thinking about my reaction and what I was going to say. I kept telling myself that I had a chance. A really good one, for that matter. I also told myself I wasn't going to get all teary eyed again in front of you, since it seriously damaged my self-valuable narcissistic ego."
  11. I smiled while his chest shook a little from his laugh. "I almost did, though. While I was answering your question—which I now realize was a very descriptive, lengthy answer. Very philanthropic, I might add." He stopped for a few seconds and then said, "I meant it, though. I didn't really plan that out in advance in one of my scenarios, however. I kinda just winged it. But I suppose that just makes things all the more romantic. Just how you like things, if I may recall. And I guess that makes you a very lucky girl, princess, as everybody should know, I'm very, very romantic." I looked up at him smirking with my eyebrows raised. "Really?" He faked offense on his face, and then raised one of his brows, as if ready to take on the challenge. I mirrored his expression, making him grin. And then out of nowhere my legs were literally swept underneath, and I was being carried off someplace. It was so sudden I thought I was going to fall, so I clung onto Alex's neck, our faces just centimeters apart.
  12. He looked at my lips, and then into my eyes. Then one of his oozing smiles came upon his face, and lay me down upon a bed of flowers. I breathed in the lovely scent, the petals tickling my bare arms and legs. Alex lay down next to me, and started holding my hand, kissing each one of my fingers. I closed my eyes, wanting this. Wanting this moment forever. "Why do you do that?" I asked, snuggling up to him and kissing his temple. "Why do you like playing around with my fingers so much?" He shrugged. "Because they symbolize touch. You pull me into kisses with your hands, you feel me with your fingers, you embrace me with your hands, pulling me closer. It's the epitome of relations, princess." I kissed him again in the same place. "You have the most perplexing vernacular, Mr. Hart. Did you know that?" He laughed, and traced my eyebrow with his thumb, following the slight arch. "What are you thinking?" I propped myself on top of his chest, staring deep into his eyes. "You're the mind reader; you tell me." He bit his bottom lip. "My mind's telling me that you love me." I pecked him on the lips, and then straddled his lap. "Your mind's telling you right." And then I kissed him, keeping my hands on his neck, his fingertips back comfortably on my hips. When we pulled apart, I asked, "How about you? What are you thinking?" He smiled and touched our foreheads together. "I'm thinking that I love you, too." I ran my hands down his chest, touching his collar bone, twirling his tie in my hands, trying to feel his abs underneath his tucked in shirt. "Forever?" He put his lips to my neck. "Infinitely," he whispered back. "Promise?" He touched my lips with his finger, sending electrical shocks through my body. He kissed my lips one more time, tender and sweet. Then he took my finger in his hand, and made two slashes on his chest. "Cross my heart."
  13. And finally the end winds down. It's been a rough journey, but I'm happy to say that I'm happy with where I am and who I'm with. Lady Kora won, Sadie and Chant were back together, Sarah and Cole were going on strong, Ash and Bella were becoming closer and closer everyday, I got to see my parents and Auntie Lisa get better, and Alex didn't have to go back to Arizona since he was moving here. As for Christofer, he's still here, like he said he would be. Gumbo refused to talk to me for a couple of weeks though, not even making eye contact. And yeah, it's been rough, but I'm with Alex. And that's all the really matters to me now. And now we're here. We've been through a lot, the group of us. From moving into a new town, to meeting these great people. I'm surprised I wasn't dreaming. And from making new relations, to discovering past acquaintances, to keeping secrets and telling lies, I'm ecstatic to say, that this is mostly definitely, a beautiful ending.

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