To Live For Once (Set Me Free II) - Episode 39

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Rory:

"What do you think?" I ask when we're finally settled in the town's middle school's playground. I gently help her onto the children's swing. She nods her thanks as I hand her the noodles we purchased a while ago. She wastes no time and unwrap the food. I sit on the next swing beside her. She still doesn't say anything . She hasn't since we left the kiosk earlier. I watch her devour the plate of noodles for a while. She doesn't look up.
"This place gives me the only memory of my mother." I say after a while. Amaya freezes with her fork halfway to her mouth. She still doesn't look at me but I continue.
"I lost her and my father at a very young age. I never did seem to remember how she really looked like though. I know I loved her but no matter how hard u tried for so long, I couldn't get s picture of her face in my mind. Do you know how that feels for a little boy?" I pause and let my gaze wander up to the dark sky. There are so many stars out tonight and the moon is full.
"It must have been hard." I hear Amaya mutter. I drop my gaze back to the side of her face.
"Those peeling paints, they look so much like the ones at my nursery school. I remember always trying to stick them back to the wall

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. Mom would pat my back and kiss both my cheeks. She thought it was not every child who would like repairing things like I did back then. She thought I was too good for my own good. Can you believe that?" I scoff but it comes out like a strangled laugh. Amaya turns to face me and it's my turn to look away. I stare up at the sky for long moments to try and keep the tears at bay.
"She may be right. You did get into a marriage of convenience for someone you love." Amaya says quietly.
"I did, didn't I?" I let my gaze come back down to scan her face. She's looking through me and not at me.
"I was sure it was the end of my world when I signed that contract with your father. It was like signing my own conviction certificate or something like that."
"I'm sorry. For my father."
"No." I place my hand gently on her hand which was resting on her lap fearful that she'll pull away. She doesn't. I see the look of wariness in her eyes but she let me touch her.
"I didn't look at all this from your perspective. How would you have felt to be in a marriage with a man you didn't know? I thought you knew all about the contract and I hated you for that. To me, you were my warder. Guarding my personal prison." I pause to catch my breath.
"You could have asked me."
"But you could have just deny and I wouldn't know to trust you." I point out.
"But--"
"Then all those evidence of your conspiracy with your father kept showing up. My hatred knew no bounds at that time. I just wanted to be away from you. It was frustrating."
"I never conspired with my father. All I ever did was love you. Loved." I grind my teeth at her correction.
"What doesn't add up is the text you sent with Melissa's phone. It was crystal clear that you alerted your father to that deal he took from me." Amaya's hand withdraw from mine and her face contorts in confusion.
"What text are you talking about? I never sent anything with Melissa's phone." She says fervently.
"But you said it with your own mouth that she helped you at the mall."
"Yes. She did help me with a false accusation leveled against me but a text? Why would I do that?" The hair on the back of my neck stands at this new information. I pause and study Amaya. She can't be lying to me.
"Why would I send it with a stranger's phone anyways? I could have sent it with mine and deleted the evidence."
"I saw the text. She showed it to me on the day we met."
"That's impossible."
Except she did send it herself but why? Why would she want to frame you?"
"She likes you. She could have want to tear us apart." I shake my head.
"That was the first day I met her in my life. The day she showed me the text." I bite down on my lips. It can't be what I'm thinking right? Melissa's ominous smile creeps into my memory and I feel like bugs are crawling up my skin. This isn't a good feeling.
"I don't know how or why but I never conspired with anyone. I don't even have to prove anything to you anymore. It's your choice what you want to believe." Amaya is saying. I pin her with an intense look and say the words I should I have said so long before now.
"I trust you. believe you." She stops her rambling at this and I see something flash in her eyes but then it's gone. When did she get so good at masking her expression? The energy between us shifts in a flash. My eyes can't resist going down to the bottom lip she's chewing mercilessly on. Her eyes follow mine.
"Funny how Jessica's father killed my family right before my very eyes but I never really did hate her. But--" I pause, my eyes never once straying away from those lips. She chew harder. They look red. I want to kiss the sting away.
"But?" She goads me to finish my statement.
"But I couldn't help hating you because of your father. Tried to anyways. I never  did find the strength to hate you. It was the feelings I hated so much. Yes the feelings. From the first meeting. That kiss. You remained a constant itch on my skin.

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. A itch I couldn't stand." I lick my suddenly dry lips. Amaya's eyes follow the path of my tongue.
"What are you saying?" She asks quietly.
"I'm saying I hated how you made me feel when I desperately didn't want to. I hated how wrapped I was around your pretty little fingers." I catch her sharp intake of breath at my words.
"But---" I trail as my head starts to close cover the space between us on it's on volition.
"But?" I think she's leaning towards me too.
"But I live for that feeling now. And I can't stop it. I can't stop the urge to taste your lips anymo--" The slamming of her lips against mine shuts me up completely as my eyes go wide in shock for a second. Just a split second but I pick myself up just as quickly. My hand goes to her back to pull her towards me and support her frame as I deepen the kiss. Utter bliss. That's what I feel right now. An unexpected tear shocks me when I feel it drop down my left cheek.
 My eyes flutter up to take in sight of this woman. My woman compliant in my arms and the moon shining against her hair.

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