Reunion with My Billionaire Ex

To the Stars

To the Stars

Maurice's POV,

Ten years ago,

Our bodies were in sync as we made a run through our school’s hallways. My heart was pounding in my chest. I never knew a drum lived inside me. My heart never felt so heavy and pounding, and his chest too rose and fall following my rhythm. It is a strange feeling, like I was falling from the sky straight into his steady hold. His body was perfectly in sync with every step I took and his hands gripped mine so perfectly, as it was meant for him just to hold me. I was cold, but his hands warmed me up. I tightened my grip on him. Perhaps so I won’t be left behind. Or he won’t leave me behind. I was never an excellent runner. But he never let go.

It was just starting to snow, and from now it will only get worse following the nightfall. It appalled me how carefree we were running on the sloppy roads, that reflected the wetness of this weather, but he cared nothing about it. My eyes felt numb when the icy cold air hit my face and even with the blurred vision, I never stopped. My socks felt slipping down my knees, and my skirt rose higher to my thighs in all that wind. It was making my skin feel so chipped and dry. Mom bought this crème from Japan last week; I think Shiseido doesn’t make moisturizers appropriate for New York’s winter.

Earlier, he said he wanted to take me somewhere on the first snow and I can never say no to him in this life. I can follow him blindly wherever he asks if he takes my hands in his. “Where are we going?” I said, tired and hyperventilating. It felt like I was choking to death. How about we go hand in hand but in his limousine? These Chanel suede sandals are killing me and I just got my hair done two days ago. I can’t spend another hour in the salon tomorrow.

“You’ll love it there.” He said as we stopped at a red light. He smiled when his words slipped from his perfectly heart-shaped lips. And it bolted to me. How perfectly beautiful he is. His dark eyes that were smiling right now, seem so dangerous and threatening. His face shining in the curiously shining lights from the large traffic is a piece of art. Even when I was in pain and discomfort, I was ready to go with him. Anywhere.

Every heart that beats, there is some desire in it. My heart wants a lot of things, but none of it mattered more to it than the want I had for you, for this moment to stay this forever, where we will always be together. Forever. That is all I ever wanted, but now, that’s all I need to stay alive.

He never left my hand, even when we finally made our way to the rooftop of the Empire State building.

Why did he bring me here?

The door of the elevator swung open and the people behind us burst out, leaving just the two of us alone in that claustrophobic space. I was hoping for more people to push us together, but sadly we were alone and we still had a few floors to climb to and like I was in a fairy tale, as we reached and the elevator again opened, there were red rose petals laid all over the smooth tiled floor with illuminating candles on both the sides making way to get further to the rooftop.

I turned a circle, taking the entire scene in. I look down, hanging from the edge to my feet and today the stars, instead of shimmering in this vast endless sky, seemed to be under my feet. So many, so beautiful. I was in the clouds and just for today, the glitter of the sky turned downside to look up and see our two glistening faces.

“What is all this?” my tone turned numb as I turned to ask. My heart felt like suddenly it would jump out of my chest. I was numb and excited. Breathing was impossible when his mesmerizing face was in front of me. He turned cherry red when I was still waiting for him to answer. Was he nervous? I felt locked in my uniform that seemed so hideous to the beauty I was seeing all around me, him, too. “Did you do all this? Are you asking me out today, finally?” his eyes widened as he looked at me in shock. Aah!!! He was supposed to say that. Stupid! Stupid! Say nothing. Wait for him.

He is going to ask me out? What should I do? Should I just say yes, directly? Or should I ask him for some time, telling him to think about it and play hard to get? No, that’s nonsense. It’ll be such a waste of time. I want to be with him as soon as possible, as long as possible. I should just say yes. That I am too madly in love with him and I will gladly be his first girlfriend. Will we kiss then? I haven’t kissed before. And my lips are chapped: they feel like cement. Oh god, what should I do if he kisses me? I don’t have my bag with me. My makeup is all ruined. Those windy tears must’ve smudged my mascara, too. I need better brands. This is going to be embarrassing.