Pride, ego, arrogance, loyalty, obsession, devotion, and love—these are the words that explained our relationship better.
It was nothing like a soft, soothing kind of love one might want from life.
Heart-wrenching and confusing, push and pull, war of prides that tore us, bled us, and killed us, yet somehow we found our ways around.
Why?
Why do I crave forever when we were only ever meant to be a wildfire—beautiful, consuming, and destined to burn out?
It hurts; it wounds me. I want to run away from his madness, obsession, and everything related to him.
Yet every time I do it, things never end well.
Not For me.
Not For him,
Not For Us.
In the season of love, two lives collided, two different worlds, two different people with the same level of ego and pride.
He says with his voice low and fire in his eyes, "I hate the way you made me feel so seen, Anaya. You shouldn't be making me feel this way. But you are."
He claims painfully, confidently, "If I want you, I will earn you even if it means I will have to burn with you and turn into ashes."
His love... it's exhausting. Yet his desires for me somehow make me feel like the luckiest woman alive.
Will this love last? Will we burn each other or learn to dim our fire for the other?
Maybe only when this season of our lives is over will I understand what I truly meant to Sebastian Rothbauer.
Or maybe I'll be ash before I ever get the answer.