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Whispers of Betrayal: A Love's Last Stand
Scenario: heart breaking story of two lovers
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Emily Carter
one of the lovers, in a relationship with James, long blonde hair, green eyes, resilient yet vulnerable.
Sarah Jennings
Emily's best friend and confidante, supportive of Emily and critical of James, curly red hair, freckles, witty and protective.
James Anderson
the other lover, in a relationship with Emily, short dark hair, brown eyes, passionate and impulsive.
I remember the first time I saw him.
He was standing in the corner of a party, his eyes fixed on me.
I tried to ignore him, but I couldn’t.
There was something about him that drew me in.
I’d never been so attracted to anyone before, but I knew he was bad news.
I’d heard the rumors, but I didn’t care.
I wanted him and I was going to have him.
It was as simple as that.
He made his way over to me and introduced himself as James.
We talked for hours and it felt like we were the only two people in the room.
When he asked me if I wanted to get out of there, I didn’t hesitate to say yes.
We went back to his place and things got heated pretty quickly.
It was like nothing I’d ever experienced before and I knew that I was falling for him hard and fast.
The next morning, we both knew that it was more than just a one-night stand.
I remember him telling me he loved me for the first time.
He was lying on top of me, his breath hot in my ear as he whispered those three little words that changed everything.
I told him I loved him too and we held each other tight, savoring the moment.
It was perfect.
I’ve never been happier than I was in that moment and I never thought that happiness would end.
But it did.
And I can’t help but wonder if it was all a lie.
If he was just pretending to love me so he could hurt me.
Or maybe he really did love me.
Maybe he just didn’t know how to show it.
Either way, it doesn’t matter now because he’s gone and I’ll never know the truth.
I’ll never know what really happened that night.
All I have are my memories of James and the regret of knowing that I’ll never see him again.
It’s been three years since he died and not a day goes by that I don’t think about him.
I wish I could go back and change things, but I can’t.
I remember the first time I saw him.
It was at a party, my best friend Sarah’s house party to be exact.
I wasn’t going to go at first – I had a paper due for one of my classes the next day – but she convinced me to come out for a little while.
“I swear it’ll just be one drink,” she said.
We both knew she was lying but I agreed anyway and she gave me a sly smile as we walked into her living room.
The music was loud and people were dancing all around us, but then they caught my eye.
They were off in the corner talking to each other, but it was clear they were looking at us.
Or more specifically, he was looking at me.
His eyes were fixed on mine and I couldn’t look away.
He had short dark hair and brown eyes, and his jawline was sharp enough to cut glass.
And even from across the room, I could tell that he had a killer smile.
“Who’s that?”
I asked Sarah, nodding in his direction as they made their way over to us.
“Oh, that’s James Anderson,” she said, “and he is bad news.”
She went on to tell me about how he’d slept with half the girls in our town, how he’d been with so many girls that nobody knew what his real number was, how he didn’t care about anyone but himself, how he’d broken more hearts than she could count, and how she didn’t want to see him break mine too.
But even as she spoke, I knew there was no way she could stop me from falling for him.
It wasn’t a choice – it was inevitable.
There was nothing I could do to change it because something in my heart told me that James Anderson was the one for me.
And as he smiled that killer smile, pulled me into his arms, and kissed my cheek, I knew that I was in trouble.
He was leaning against the wall, a beer in hand, watching me as I danced with my friends.
His eyes never left me, and I found myself grinning like an idiot every time I caught his gaze.
When my favorite song came on, he finally walked over and asked me to dance.
His voice was as perfect as the rest of him, and I knew in that moment that I was a goner.
We danced and talked for hours, only taking breaks to get more drinks or laugh at something one of my friends said.
It felt like we were the only two people in the room, maybe even the world.
I’d never been so happy in my life, never felt so connected to someone before.
And when he kissed me for the first time, it was like everything else fell away and it was just us in our own little world.
The connection between us was instant and overwhelming.
I knew right then and there that I was in love with him.
It sounds crazy, I know, but sometimes you just know, you know?
And I knew that James Anderson was the one for me.
We went back to his place after the party and things got heated pretty quickly.
He was all over me, his hands roaming my body, his lips pressed against mine.
It was like nothing I’d ever experienced before and I knew that I was falling for him hard and fast.
When we finally made it to his bedroom, I didn’t waste any time getting his clothes off (or mine for that matter) and pulling him down on top of me.
He moved slowly at first, his kisses gentle and sweet, but it wasn’t long before things started to heat up – really heat up.
He was all over me, his hands gripping my hips so tight I knew they’d leave bruises later, and I couldn’t get enough of him.
He was rough and passionate and everything I never knew I needed.
When it was finally over, we lay there tangled up in each other, not saying anything.
It was like we were both at a loss for words, like there was nothing left to say.
There’s something I need to tell you,” he said finally, rolling on top of me so he could look down into my eyes.
I’m in love with you.”
I stared up at him, my heart pounding in my chest, but before I could say anything, his mouth crashed down onto mine and the rest of the words were lost between us.
I’d never been so happy before in my life and I knew that nothing would ever be able to tear us apart.
I’d finally found my soulmate and nothing else mattered anymore.
His eyes never left me, and I found myself grinning like an idiot every time I caught his gaze.
It’s hard to explain what it felt like that night – the night we met.
It was like we were two puzzle pieces that had been searching for each other our entire lives, and when we finally found each other, we fit together perfectly.
It was like we’d been best friends our entire lives and he was the love of my life.
I knew at that moment that he was the one.
And he felt the same way – I could see it in the way he looked at me.
I could feel it in the way he touched me and kissed me and held me close.
It was like he’d been waiting for me all along, and now that he’d found me, he wasn’t going to let me slip away.
It happened so fast – everything happened so fast – but I wouldn’t change a single thing about it.
I still remember the first time he kissed me.
We were dancing at the party and he pulled me close, pressing his lips against my ear.
“Do you want some fresh air?”
he asked, and I nodded.
He took my hand and led me out onto the deck, where he leaned in and kissed me.
I felt my heart race as his lips moved against mine, and when he finally pulled away, I knew that I was already in love with him.
We went back inside and danced some more before he led me upstairs to his bedroom.
Our clothes came off quickly and before I knew it, he was inside of me – strong and rough and perfect.
He moved slowly at first, his kisses gentle and sweet on my skin, but things quickly got more heated.
He was rough and passionate and everything I needed.
By the time it was over, we were both panting and covered in sweat.
He rolled off of me and lay down beside me, pulling me close so my head rested on his chest.
I could hear his heart beating in time with mine and I knew right then that he was the one.
“I’m in love with you,” he said, running his fingers through my hair.
“I’m in love with you.”
I smiled and closed my eyes, feeling more content than I ever had before.
“I love you too.”
He pressed a kiss to the top of my head and wrapped his arms around me, holding me close as we drifted off to sleep.
I woke up the next morning to find him looking down at me, a warm smile on his face.
“I thought you were gone for a second,” he said, brushing a strand of hair away from my face.
“I thought last night was just a dream.”
“Last night was perfect,” I said, reaching up to kiss his lips.
“You’re perfect.”
He laughed and rolled on top of me so he could look down into my eyes.
“I’m far from perfect,” he said, brushing his fingers down my cheek.
“But you make me want to be.”
My heart swelled in my chest and I reached up to kiss him again, running my fingers through his hair as I lost myself in him.
We couldn’t keep our hands off each other after that night, and I gave up trying to resist him.
He made me feel things that no one else ever had, and it wasn’t long before things between us got more physical.
We were all over each other all the time – touching and kissing and whispering sweet nothings to each other.
He drove me wild, and even when we were out in public, all I could think about was getting him alone so we could rip each other’s clothes off.
Our physical relationship may have started quickly, but it only got deeper as time went on.
Every time he touched me, it felt like lightning striking through my body, igniting a fire inside of me that only he could put out.
Our kisses were passionate and needy, our touches strong and sure.
My body belonged to him, every inch of it his to explore and possess as he pleased.
He left no part of me untouched, no spot unmarked by his hands or his lips or his tongue.
At some point, we moved from his room to mine, and before I knew it, most of my stuff had made its way over to his place.
We spent every moment we could together, and each time he walked through the door, my heart would do a little flip in my chest, reminding me of the love I felt for him.
It didn’t take long for me to fall hard – harder than I’d ever fallen for anyone before.
I’d never been so sure about anything – about anyone – in my entire life, and I knew that I loved him more than anything else in the world.
I was young, I know that now, but at the time, I was convinced that our love was meant to be – that we were meant to be together forever.
The world seemed to disappear when we were together, leaving just the two of us, wrapped up in each other and our happiness.
Sometimes I would close my eyes and imagine what our future would be like – what our life together would be like – and I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of spending the rest of my days with him by my side.
That’s not to say it was easy.
There were plenty of bumps along the way, plenty of obstacles that threatened to tear us apart, but somehow we always managed to find our way back to each other again.
Sometimes I wondered if we were just too young – if we were just too naïve – but I never doubted the love I felt for him, not even for a second.
Not even when he stopped kissing me goodbye or tucking me into bed or whispering sweet nothings into my ear as he made love to me.
Not even when he stopped being the person I fell in love with altogether.
The first time he kissed me goodbye when he didn’t really mean it, I should have known that something was wrong.
I should have known that he wasn’t telling me everything, that he wasn’t being completely honest with me.
