ALARICK'S P.O.V.

To say, I wanted to kill myself was an understatement. I wanted to torture myself until I felt the pain she was in, when I said those words. I know about her to an extent, where I see myself in her. There was no doubt that she was hurt. And the thing more adverse is that I am the one who has hurt her. A person with whom she had trusted all her life, but she had no idea how much I adore her.

I heard once that, it's most difficult to find a person who loves you with all their heart. If you find such person then they are the most beautiful thing happened to you. You're supposed to get them, who knows, what's in future?

She is everything to me. I always had a problem, about her never asking me anything. Anything about me or my past. In a way, it was good since she didn't want to judge me and I know that's the only reason. The girl had gone through so much that even talking about anyone's past hurt her and I don't want to do that. But I always wanted her to ask me, not now but someday.

Rose thought whatever pieces of me she knows, that's enough. Maybe that's what she has been taught. That women are inferior and only they are supposed to be clean and pure. If they have serious glitches in their past life then they have no present nor future. No one will accept them. And I know that's what Amelia thought. That she has to be pure or in other words perfect to be accepted. She doesn't know I hate perfection.

I love her for her imperfection, but she would never know.

I wish I could turn the time back, and would never drink. She was right. I was escaping. Escaping the reality. I am too weak. Too weak for her and for myself. Sometimes, I think I don't deserve her. She deserves much better than me. The one who doesn't call her a whore even if he's drunk.

I am dreading the times when little by little, all my secrets are going to get exposed to her. And the way they are getting exposed isn't very ideal. Its creating even more misunderstandings. I just wish I could tell her everything, but I have to know that she's ready to listen.

I don't know, if she even likes me anymore. The way she was looking at me earlier, just showed hatred.

It wasn't too complicated. I wasn't being me and she wasn't being her.

"Are you sure, you can listen?" I asked her hoping that she might drop it but she stared at me and shook her head, scoffing.

"I think so. I can hear you calling me a whore. I am sure, I can listen to this one too."

My heart almost leaped out of my chest. It hurts so much to hear those words. I still can't believe, I am such a pathetic excuse.

"Do you even know how much you are hurting me?" She took a step towards me, I couldn't keep her gaze, "It's too much. Can you please stop being so secretive and tell me everything? I want to know. If you think I don't want to talk, then you are totally wrong. I need to talk."

Okay now, its me who's wrong? I mentally scoffed. Is it my fault that Scarlett wants to see me or that she misses me? If someone says that they misses us, then we aren't supposed to say 'Oh really? Sorry, but I didn't miss you.' , or are we?

"No, you don't." I finally said, "If you wanted, then you could have done it already. You can't do this right now, when all you feel is...jealous."

Oh fuck.

She looked like she wanted to cry and that's the last thing I want, "Believe me, Alarick, jealousy is the last thing on my mind. Okay, if you don't want to tell me, it's fine. Maybe I expected too much. When you came, I thought I am finally getting a chance." I could see her bottom lip quivering, "A chance to seek something a little better for me. But I forgot what kind of person I am. I don't deserve a good life. I have destroyed so many homes, how can I live so satisfied? I don't deserve it. I don't deserve you. I think I should leave now, I am sorry if I hurt you, I am sorry."

She grabbed her bag. I couldn't miss the tear that slipped down her flushed cheek. I cursed myself. She was my Rose, how can I let her go? She is my Rose. She is mine.

I quickly grabbed her hand, before she could leave but she resisted. She wouldn't turn to me, although I asked her to. She just struggled in my grip facing away.

I heaved a sigh and forced her to look at me and sure, she was crying. She tried to held all the tears back and kept struggling without uttering a single word, and I did nothing, just held her and then she gave up. She fell into my arms crying.

I smiled at the way she wanted to look strong. That's what I wanted for her. For her to be strong, but I know she always lets her guard down in front of me just like I do.

"You're not going anywhere. You're going to stay here and listen. That's enough hiding."

She didn't say anything and we kept standing like that. She was in my arms, in a room where at some time in my life, I wanted to get killed or just kill myself. A place where nightmares never ceased to haunt me.

"If you think Scarlett was my love or if there was something going between us, then yes. I loved her, with all my heart." Her tears wouldn't stop damping my shirt and my heart constricted to an extent where I winced, "but she left, and that was the day when I lost a tiny bit trust left in love. I hated all those feelings, until you."

"But-"

She began but I had to cut her off, "If you think I am perfect then I'm not. I'm not a perfect man that every girl desires to be with. I have flaws, alot of them, and if you want me then you need to accept me just like this.

"My family wasn't with me. My mother, father, these were just mere names. I didn't even reacted when I came to know about my father's death. You know why? Because he never cared. I had merely remembered his face. I have never been shown care or love, if you say. I never knew what they meant, until you, Rose. Scarlett or any other girl doesn't matter. The only thing that matters now is, you. Us."

She held me even tighter as I continued,

"I know what I said earlier was just me being out of my mind. And you know it, more than anyone else. I would never say it. I just want you to know that you're the only thing I have now."

She released me and moved back enough to see my face. She grabbed my hands and instantly all the itchiness and heaviness on my heart was gone, just a mere touch of her was enough to give me all the comforts. Her hands were still shivering and I rubbed them for ease. She inhaled and then started, this time looking in my eyes,

"No, please. I am sorry, I was being so selfish. I never asked what happened to you or what you have gone through. I just talked about myself. I thought I am the only one who's going through the wrath of fate but no. I am so sorry."

"Rose," I whispered, "You have no idea about how I spend all those years without seeing you. I had just a single memory of your face. I didn't even know your name. I did everything to find you but I couldn't. But now you're here. Here with me. Then how can I ever let you go? I would never do it. Never."

"I am so sorry." She leaned in and placed her head on my chest. I released a strangled breath. I felt lighter. Like, telling her everything just lightenend the weigh on my shoulders.

"Don't say that. I don't want you to be sorry. I just want you to be happy, with me, always."

"I love you so much, Alarick." She whispered and I pressed her into me even more, dreading as if she would fade away right from my arms.

"I love you too, Rose."

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2 weeks later.

AMELIA'S P.O.V.

"Have you reached there?" I asked as I pressed my phone more into the ear as if it would help. Her voice wasn't clear due to the bad signals and I don't like it very much.

"Phoebe?" I called her out when I didn't hear her voice.

"Yes! Yes, I am here. It's so cold here, but I love Italy anyway."

"Thank god. Okay, I need to go now. Call me if you need anything."

"Yes, okay. My uncle's calling me too. Take care, bye."

"Tata."

I hang up and threw the phone on bed. It was really tiring. These two weeks. Finally, I was able to get Phoebe out of this hell, as she called it. I couldn't really trust myself with this, so the real effort was made by Alarick.

Yes, we had to tell him everything and Phoebe was okay with it. At first, we thought Alarick was going to lash out or something and Phoebe was really scared but Alarick found it worth helping. That's because, he still thinks that Daniel's an asshole and wouldn't care about the pretty baby inside Phoebe.

But I thought the opposite. I thought Daniel had a right so, placing all the protests and nah nah aside, we called him. Of course, he was in Italy. I know we weren't going to tell him before Phoebe's delivery but we decided anyways.

We called Daniel and Oh God. He's such an asshole for being a pretty dad.

Because, he was like,

"I knew it. I fucking knew that I had done something like this. Couldn't you tell me a little earlier?! How can I keep two wives? Is it even allowed?"

I swooned at his reaction. I never saw someone taking such a news so light. Never in my life.

Well, Phoebe didn't want to marry so she had a proposal there. She said that Daniel could meet the baby whenever he wants and could give his name but won't really interfere into her life and the baby would live with her, of course.

Daniel was okay with it but not Ana and that's why she is sitting downstairs, right now.

I skipped my way to the living room, where I saw Ana talking with Alarick.

"So, have you decided anything?" I asked as sat beside her.

She shook her head, "I don't know I need sometime."

"I said this before and I am saying this again, Daniel is not at fault. Maybe he is, for not using protection. But he never knew and the way he is handling everything shows that how a nice person he is." I could see Alarick rolling his eyes but decided to ignore him, "He doesn't want Phoebe to take all the responsibility and he doesn't want to lose you! He loves you, Ana. That's what you all need, isn't it?"

"I understand, but still I need sometime." She said and stood up, "I need to go see, Regina. She is just happy that I am back. I don't know what to do with her."

I stood up, "Yes, she's like that." I hugged her and then she left.

Life is complicated, and we have to handle it as if it's fragile. That's the only way to untangle all the strings.

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"You don't have to leave." Alarick said sitting across me on the couch.

"But I want to." I said shuffling through the papers, "I don't want to work for you anymore."

"And why is that?" He asked with amusement glinting in his eyes.

I scrunched up my nose, "I don't like your company."

"Why?"

"Because they don't give us free pizza everyday." I shrugged.

His eyes widened and he nodded in realization.

"Alright, alright." He got up and walked towards me. Removing all the papers, he made space from him and sat down.

"So you want to open a flower shop?" He said as he made me sit across his lap.

"Yes, my name urges me to open a flower shop." I said playing with the button on his shirt.

"Oh, yes. Rose. Why don't you want to be an interior designer anymore?" He asked rubbing my bare arm. I silently thanked my odds for wearing a tank top. I get to feel his skin on mine.

"Well, I still am an interior designer. I am just tired. Besides, I always wanted to open a flower shop or a cafe."

He hummed as his fingers circled against the bare skin under the hem of my top.

"Scarlett is helping me with the shop. She is going to be here."

"When?"

"In an hour or two."

"We got plenty of time. Don't we?" He adjusted so I was even close to him

"For what?" My breathing came out harsh.

"For this." With that, he pressed his lips against mine and my hands made their way around his neck. It has been so long since we kissed like this. It made those sacred sparks erupt where ever he touched. I deepened the kiss telling him to give me more and he obliged.

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I didn't know when he took my top off, because I realized it when the cold air hit my back.

His lips trailed kisses along my collar bone, and he bit the skin getting a moan out of me. He placed light kisses on the valley between my breasts before taking my bra off.

"Impatient, are we?" I breathed out and he chuckled.

He gripped my waist and held me up before adjusting me under him.

"I want you so badly, Rose. You have no idea."

His hand gripped my one breast and I wanted to die right there. I didn't know I wanted him too until he wrapped his mouth around my breast, sucking hard. I thought I would release right there. His tongue can do wonders.

I felt his hand sliding along the length of my waist and disappeared under my shorts. In an instant, my shorts were off along with my, well, panties.

"Did I tell you that you're beautiful in every way possible?"

I realized he was still clothed.

"Hey! That's not fair."

"What?" He looked confused.

"You have all the clothes on! While I am here, lying naked. Not fair. Not fair. Remove them. Now."

He laughed, "Maybe you could help me?"

"Fair enough, and we're not going to do this on couch. We can shift to the other one. I like this one."

"Done."

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As you have seen that I've taken 'The Endless Love' down for major rewriting, so I need your help. I am planning on changing the title, so if you have any good ideas then please suggest. The one who suggests the best will get shoutout or whatever they want ;)