UNVEILED KING WATER'S FEELINGS II
HALI'S POV
"Hell!" I threw the notebook. "This is shit! This is insane!" I sat on the bed and facepalmed. "Why are you missing my brain? You are not here! You have no right to be in my head!" I punched the bed over and over again. Until the tears rolled to my cheek. "Damn it!"
It was crazy, missing Zarya Wixx. I did everything to convert my feelings. Enjoyment was the key, Raiden said. Even enjoinment left me because my happiness depends on her.
I shut my eyes, the scenes flashed inside my head. "I love you, King Water."
Those words repeated in my head over and over again, even in my dream. The look in her eyes seemed she was experiencing the intensity of the pain that I caused when I did not talk back. I tried so many times to say it to her, but I failed. I had no strength, no courage, and fear that once I confessed, everything would be in vain.
"It's okay to not respond." She had a sad smile while the tears were peeking into the side of her eyes. "It's okay, really… I just like to say it and… I will bring that love fighting for your dream for me."
I should hug her at that very moment and said the context of my heart, mind, and soul, however, but I remained silent.
I am a royal and she is a low born. If we fight, we will win, but my mother? She will assure me that I will not be happy on the side of a different woman. I saw my beloved ones die in her hands. I can't take it if Zarya becomes one of them.
In spite of my shivering for my mother, I managed to talk about my feelings for her. One time was when she entered the mission, hitting the Mafia Sons.
When she opened the car for her first day at work, I called her. "Zarya?"
She looked back at me. When her eyes touched mine, my head blackened. I did not know how to begin my words. It ended like, "Take care."
The time when she kid on me, I was truly happy that she was pregnant, only to find out, she was just messing around. It was not true. I felt so livid because I felt that she was mocking my happiness. I liked to shout right in front of her face that I love her. I have no plan, but I am willing to create a plan if she will just go with me. We will live together for the rest of our life.
I had to say it, I had to… always ending not saying it. Does it always need to hear? No. Love is not always viewed. Sometimes, it shows in the actions.
Is it not obvious that I like her? And I want to be with her every single second of my life?
Nobody knows. Even me.
I settled on the swivel chair, holding the pen and looking at the notebook. It was a third year passed without Zarya.
*****
Day 1, 096
Dear Poor Little Thing,
I came from the Human World. Sera gave birth to their first-born daughter. While looking at Froy who was crying in happiness while holding his daughter. My heart tore apart. How sure I was that you were still breathing? I knew you were fighting. I believed you were a strong woman.
I want a family, Zarya.
It was hard to admit that I saw you, me, and a little angel, running in the garden, laughing while the reflection of the sun touching our skin and the cold air could be felt.
I want those eyes of yours in our little one. I like my face to see in a little boy while you are smiling at us, screaming how you love us.
Is it selfish for a king to wish for happiness and contentment with my loved ones? Is it bad to admit that I am nothing without you?
I am breathing. I am still alive, but you bring my heart with you. There is no life if I can't see, feel and talk to you.
I finally say my words… I love you.
*****
When I opened my eyes, Zarya was still reading the notebook. Her eyes were full of tears, it was rolling down her cheek. I moved closer and closer until I could hug her so tight. It had been a long time since I concealed the beat of my heart. She deserved to feel it and know it.
"No crying." I removed the tears in her cheek using my thumb.
"How can you be so sweet? In this book and opposite in personal?"
I chuckled handsomely when there was a bubble came out of her nose. "You're gross."
"Your words, too." She grabbed a table napkin from the side table and wiped her nose. She raised the book and read what was written. "You are a part of me and I am a part of you. You can't go around without my heart with you. My kisses define my love, it's maybe aggressive and possessive, but it's irreplaceable. You are… irreplaceable…" She laughed so freaking hot, which was making my cock alive.
Hey, dear cock. Stop being horny. She needs to rest. Her wounds are not yet healing.
"Did you really write this? Or someone has written this?" She laughed again, but the tears were crawling on her face, meaning in spite of her ridiculous feeling, she was glad.
"Stop laughing. It makes my tit hardens."
She placed the notebook on the side table. "Let's give your tit a gift." I prevented my smirk when she held the hem of her gown and pulled it out until she was naked in front of me. She rode my crotch and then kissed me. I touched the back of her head and responded to her kisses. It was sweeter after the confession.
I rated my hand on her hips when she was swaying on top of me. I did not li0ke her on top, I was supposed to be the mover and she must be the feeler. I changed our position by lifting her and locating her on my bottom. I slowly grabbed her panties off and then unfastened my zipper. When I was fully naked, I pecked on his nose, both cheeks, and forehead.
I bit my lips, gulped my saliva, and whispered. "I adore you."