5 The sun is shining {1}

Later on, Cole came back home, he waited for the maid to make dinner and had to struggle not to go check out on Claire.

He could even smell her scent from several rooms afar. But he knew the one who had to check on her was her brother and unfortunately for how much he wanted to, he didn't have that role, not anymore.

He checked the surroundings to make sure nobody was there and only then did he walk to the locked secret room.

He opened the door with a special sun-shaped gold key and walked inside before locking it again.

He kept in that room all the objects which reminded him of Claire and their past relationships, their photos and so much more. It indeed, was his favorite room in his entire house thanks to the meaning it had for him.

Cole headed a closer, he stretched to reach a box he kept hidden in a closet for so long that now the surface of it was filled with a blanket of dust.

There it was a huge tall pile of letters written in meticulously perfect handwriting.

He took a deep load breath and prepared himself for the forthcoming tumult of emotions that reading the past would cause him. Just when he felt ready for the assault he looked down at the first letter and after a deep sigh, he read it aloud.

'Dear Cole,

This is the first letter I type to you.

I'm writing you because as you always say I am an unpardonable romantic girl who belongs to an old epoch.

I laughed at first when you described me like that but if I think more about it I realize you had never been more right since that definition suits me better than any dress could.

The second reason why I am writing you it's because I feel the need to make it real.

I had always had negative things in life. I had always been stabbed in the chest every time I got a taste of any sort of happiness or romantic interaction, I ended up being disappointed and getting a negative turnout from any of it.

But not this time. There is no negative peak in our relationship, in our little corner of paradise and romance I had never been happier. I wonder if all the bad things I had lived in my life now had been paid off with the greatest love story of all the time. The kind of love story poets write poetry about and producers realize films about it.

Yesterday we walked on a field full of flowers and roses, you held my hand so tightly that whenever I walked a step afar from you, you pulled me back close to you. That foolish gesture made me so happy that my heart flooded with pure happiness and my lips curved in a genuine smile.

It felt like you didn't want me to get away from you, not even a step. As if holding sweat hands quietly in the middle of a field of flowers was our way to silently say we loved each other.

Then you left my hand and walked in front of me, you cupped my cheeks with your warm hands and slouched forward.

"You're such a blessing." You said.

"You're my lifesaver." You said right after.

"I had never cared about anyone as much as I care about you. God, Claire. It hurts. I am giving you my heart whenever I am with you and my mind when I am away from you since I think of you every minute, day and night.

I am giving you my body when I say I would walk in a wall of fire just to save you and I am giving you my entire life since I would die without you."

I swallowed down hearing that confession, it all happened so fast and easily almost as if destiny made us meet, and for some odd reason, everything is going smoothly like the water of a river flowing.

My silence didn't stop you from confessing: "I love you."

My heart right then stopped beating, or the chaos was too loud to drown out my heart beating.

I am sure something happened at that moment because I lost control of my body and my hands met yours.

I pulled your hands down from my face to my neck and lead my forehead against yours, I felt guilty for blaming my awful love-free life in the past. Because if I knew it would lead me to this I wouldn't have complained.

"I love you too." The words slipped out of my tongue so easily that one second after our lips collided together in a sweet kiss.

"Why are you trembling? Are you cold?" He asked me when he felt my hands were shaking.

I shook my head, "no. I am fine. I'm just scared."

"Why are you scared?"

"Because I am afraid all this will eventually fade away, that I will wake up from this dream at some point. I had never been this happy, this loved."

The fear was eating me alive as I talked to you with nothing but sincerity.

My gaze even departed from your beautiful dark eyes to stare blankly at the light sky.

"My parents are barely there for me, I never had many friends or people who cared for me genuinely. I had never loved or felt any affection for anyone before. Now all of a sudden I feel each of those deprived emotions with you. Every feeling that sink into my chest and wraps my heart making it beat for the first time in my entire life is nothing but pure devotion and love.

What did I do to deserve this? life always gave me things just to get them from me later. When this will happen, it will excruciatingly kill me in pain, Cole. If even love hurts me I wonder how losing you would feel."

You kissed me again, "We will never lose each other. I love you too much to leave you and I also love you too much to allow you to get away from me."

You folded your forehead and your eyebrows knitted down, I recognized some anger in your gaze.

"This is a promise, Claire. I will never leave you. We will end up together. Here. Come."

You took my hand again and started to run to a tree. I wasn't such an athlete like you and I remember even getting winded for those few meters of running that I laugh at myself only at the memory.

Then you pushed me down to sit on the carpet of grass and flowers with you.

You pointed at the sun tightening your eyes to endure the light it was emitting.

"Our love is like the sun. It'll always be there, something stronger other times less powerful. Life may outshine it when mist falls upon it. But you know it's there anyway. You can't stop it from shining and just thanks to it we exist. You're my sun."

You turned around to look at me, "whenever you are, whatever you do. With me or without me. The sun, my love for you, will be there. Watching over you."

So Cole, as I write this letter I'm looking at the sun right now, it's shining today, and so is our love.'

Cole put the letter back in the box with his eyes filled with tears, he walked to the window and checked the sky. The sun was covered by clouds, but despite this he knew the sun was still there, waiting for them to walk outside the shadow and enlighten them.