U P & C O M I N G B O O K

I had this on my old wattpad account but it got deleted(big oof) so here it is again. For those of you who are reading this for the second time I'm sorry it's going to take longer for chapters to come out, I wanna go through them and make sure it's better. Sorry

That energy -- so familiar and yet so foreign in its intensity -- crackled in the scant centimeters of air between us. I felt more than saw Ezra's free hand shift, rising up to hover just beside my face. Each tiny hair on my body rose, as if pulled by a magnet toward his touch. His eyes were locked on mine, the whites glistening in the dim light, and his unspoken question roared with the rush of blood in my ears.

He gave me a choice, in that moment. In those long, tense seconds I stood before a fork in the road. Down one path lay a stable, happy life-- contentment and a long to-do list full of checkmarks. College, check. Career, check. White wedding, check. Babies, check. PTA meetings, soccer practice, grandbabies, world travel, check check check check.

There in that split second I was hyper aware of every minuscule detail - the small intake of breath he took as if he were nervous; the brush of his hair against my forehead; the spray of rain on my skin; and my pulse thundering in my ears.

Then there was the second path-- dark and narrow, winding its way through dense foliage that captured the moonlight, holding it hostage before it had a chance to hit the ground. Lightning and thunder cracked over the second path, and the ground was treacherous and muddy. It was beautiful and wild and dangerous. It sang to me-- a sad and powerful song that skipped straight past my ears and braided itself into my spine, sending shocks of pure, electric passion straight to the core of me. I couldn't see the future down that path, but as I stared at the darkness my list of goals and to-dos fluttered to the ground beside me, forgotten.

I had a choice. He gave me a choice. So I suppose everything that came after was, in a sense, my fault. I could have gone down that first path. I could have lived the rest of my life in the light, with the reins grasped tight in my hand and both feet planted firmly on solid ground. I could have been content.

Instead, I closed my eyes, pulled in a breath that smelled like soap, sweat, and comfort, and surrendered myself to the darkness. At the time I could not even have fathomed what that darkness contained. I could not have foreseen the agony I would encounter on that path, nor could I comprehend the sheer magnitude of the passion and devotion that would carry me down it.

It was momentous. It was pivotal. My whole life came to a screeching halt in that split second when his hand came to rest against the side of my face and his lips brushed over mine.

Our first kiss- a mistake. A big mistake.

Even knowing what came next-- even knowing what wrenching, treacherous existence that kiss began-- I would do it again. A thousand times over, I would go back to that moment and let him kiss me-- let him drag me down that dark and winding path.

See, the first path might be sunny and simple. The first path might make sense. But the second path? That's where he is and that's where he'll always be-- strong and sure in the chaos, unflinching, matching every evil with ferocious good and every pain with steady comfort. I'd weather every storm, endure every agony, and live every moment of my life in darkness just for the warmth of his hand in mine and the feel of him standing beside me.

I guess that's love.

I dedicate this book to my boyfriend, who taught me the joy that comes with music and what comes when two stars collide. He taught(well attempted to teach) me to play the piano. He was always there for me when I needed him. Mr., my darling if you ever are to read this. I love you more then you could ever know. You are my star, my moon, my sunshine and all else.

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