Before Sunrise Touches Earth We Forgive What Hurt Us by Vik Rowan Tate 50 Summary
In Chapter 50 of “Before Sunrise Touches Earth We Forgive What Hurt Us,” Axel grapples with the emotional turmoil stemming from his past actions that have deeply hurt Rosette. He reflects on the pain he inflicted with careless words and feels the weight of his betrayal. Despite his overwhelming guilt, he finds it difficult to distance himself from her, recognizing that her presence provides him with solace even amidst the chaos. Axel’s desperate desire to make amends is palpable, as he offers to care for her, acknowledging that he is responsible for her suffering.
Rosette, however, is emotionally distant and rejects his advances, urging him to leave. Her silence speaks volumes, and Axel feels an intense mix of regret and sorrow as he contemplates the consequences of his actions. He struggles with the notion of being unworthy of her love, yet he is unwilling to walk away, fearing the complete devastation that would come from losing her again. The internal conflict within him intensifies, revealing his deep need for redemption and his willingness to do anything to prove his love.
Meanwhile, Rosette is awakened by a frantic call from her friend Sofia, who expresses concern for her well-being after the events of the previous night. As Rosette navigates her own feelings about Axel, she is haunted by memories of him, reflecting on how he has changed and the pain that now exists between them. Her guilt surfaces as she questions whether she is the cause of his transformation, feeling a mix of sorrow and confusion.
As the chapter progresses, Rosette prepares to meet Sofia, eager to share her thoughts and emotions. However, when she opens the door, she is surprised to find someone unexpected, hinting at further complications in her relationship with Axel and her own emotional journey. The chapter encapsulates themes of guilt, longing, and the struggle for forgiveness, leaving readers with a sense of anticipation for what lies ahead in their tumultuous connection.
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**TITLE: Before Sunrise Touches Earth We Forgive What Hurt Us by Vik Rowan Tate**
**Chapter 50**
**AXEL**
I had inflicted pain upon her, a wound that cut deeper than I ever intended when I uttered those careless words. I had vowed to her in the car two years back, and now, here we stood, in the aftermath of my betrayal.
“I remember,” I murmured, resting my forehead gently against hers, as if our shared warmth could bridge the chasm I had created. “I remember everything.”
How could I profess my love for her while simultaneously being the architect of her suffering? What kind of monster was I, truly?
“Leave, Axel,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, as she turned her forehead away from mine, resting it against the cool surface of the table.
Despite the weight of my guilt, the thought of walking away from her felt impossible. Her presence was a balm, soothing my frayed edges, allowing me to breathe, even if it was shallow.
“I can’t,” I confessed, the words spilling out reluctantly, filled with a loathing for my own weakness. “Let me take care of you first. I caused this pain, so let me make it right. Please.”
Silence enveloped us, thick and suffocating. She kept her head turned, refusing to meet my gaze, and in that moment, I understood her silence as the answer I dreaded. I stood up, moving around her, my heart heavy as I looked down at the consequences of my actions. I wanted to plunge a knife into my own heart, to feel the same anguish I had inflicted upon her.
I didn’t deserve to be near her, to even touch her. Yet, here I was, too selfish to leave, desperate to find a way to make amends. Losing her again was not an option; it would shatter me completely. What kind of fool would I be to let her slip away again?
With great care, I lifted her, mindful of her injuries, and carried her to her room. I laid her gently on the bed, her back against the cool sheets. As I surveyed the room, my mind raced, searching for the right course of action.
“There’s ointment in the top drawer,” she mumbled, her voice muffled by the pillow she had buried her face into.
I retrieved the ointment and applied it to her wounds, wincing as she hissed, her fists clenching the pillow in frustration.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice laced with regret as I continued my task.
“Leave,” she said, still not looking at me when I finished, her tone flat and devoid of warmth.
I stood there, my chest constricting painfully as I watched her. She remained hidden beneath the pillow, refusing to acknowledge my presence as I turned to exit.
Once outside, I reached my car, gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. My heart raced, and I slammed my fist against the wheel—once, twice, three times. The tremors in my hands mirrored the chaos within me. It was hard to draw in a breath; I craved pain, the kind that would match the suffering I had caused her. I wanted to be punished, to feel the weight of my actions.
But…
I had to make this right. I couldn’t afford to lose her again. The thought of that sent me spiraling into madness.
I needed her more than I needed air. If she desired the world, I would move mountains to provide it. If she needed blood, I would willingly spill it. I would burn in hell for her if that’s what it took. I wanted to prove to her that I wasn’t a monster, that I could be tender, that I could learn to love in a way that wasn’t so chaotic.
I could learn to be human.
For her. Everything I did would be for her. My ruin, my obsession.
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**ROSETTE**
The shrill ring of my phone shattered the silence of my dreamless slumber. With a groan, I fumbled around, reluctant to open my eyes as I searched for the device. At last, I grasped it and answered without glancing at the caller ID.
“Rosette!” Sofia’s voice burst through the line, frantic and concerned. “Are you okay? Did you make it home safely? Did that madman do anything to you? Should I call the police? Why the hell aren’t you answering?!”
I let out a soft groan, pressing my fingers against my temple, which throbbed with the remnants of last night’s escapade. “I would respond if you’d just give me a moment to breathe.”
“You have the moment now. Speak.”
“I’m fine. Just a headache, but that’s from the club last night.”
“But you didn’t drink anything,” she countered, her disbelief evident.
“The noise and the stench there were enough to trigger a headache,” I replied, rubbing my temples in an attempt to ease the pain.
I could almost hear her rolling her eyes on the other end. “Who was that man yesterday? Do you really know him?”
Bratman.
The lightness in my mood evaporated instantly. The memories of his eyes flooded back—first wild with madness, then dull and lifeless, followed by panic, and ultimately, pain and regret.
It was overwhelming. Too much for both of us.
“You still there?” she asked, her voice pulling me back to the present.
I shook my head, releasing a shaky breath. “Yes. Yes, I’m here. And I know him. I’ve known him for two years.”
“Who is he?”
I hesitated, grappling with the weight of my words. But this was Sofia—there was no room for hesitation between us. “Someone who used to be special.”
“Used to? Girl, I could hear it in your voice, and I know that man isn’t just a memory.”
Silence enveloped me as I stared blankly at the wall, my heart heavy with unspoken truths.
Sofia sighed, and I could hear her shifting. “I’ll be there in an hour.”
With that, she ended the call, and I tossed my phone aside, a deep sigh escaping my lips.
Axel…
“What happened to you?” I whispered to the ceiling, but the stillness offered no answers.
He had looked so different, so unlike the Axel I once knew. He appeared dull, weary, as if a light had been extinguished within him.
And I was the cause…?
“I’m sorry,” I murmured, guilt washing over me.
As I attempted to sit up, a sharp pain shot through my bottom, causing me to hiss in discomfort.
“Fuck.”
The ache was even more intense than the day before.
I wasn’t feeling so sorry anymore. I swung my legs off the bed, wincing slightly, and sighed as I realized I was still clad in the gown from last night. It felt so foreign to me—so uncomfortable. I preferred pants, not gowns that revealed more than they concealed.
Just as I was about to change, the doorbell rang. Sofia? That was quick.
Eager to unload my thoughts onto my best friend, I made my way to the door, anticipation bubbling within me. But when I opened it, I was taken aback.
Conclusion
In the aftermath of their confrontation, both Axel and Rosette stand at the precipice of their tumultuous relationship, grappling with the weight of their shared history and the pain they have inflicted upon one another. Axel’s desperate yearning to redeem himself clashes with Rosette’s instinct to protect herself from further hurt, creating an emotional stalemate. The tenderness of Axel’s touch, juxtaposed with Rosette’s steadfast refusal to acknowledge his presence, underscores the complexity of their bond—one that is marred by betrayal yet still flickers with the possibility of healing. As Axel wrestles with his guilt and the haunting memories of their past, he resolves to prove that he can be more than the monster he believes himself to be. His determination to move mountains for her signifies a profound shift; he is willing to embrace vulnerability, to learn the true meaning of love, and to face the demons of his past for the chance of a future with her.
Meanwhile, Rosette is caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, haunted by the remnants of affection she still harbors for Axel, despite the pain he has caused her. Her reluctance to engage with him reflects a deep-seated fear of reopening wounds that have barely begun to heal. Yet, as she prepares to confront her feelings with her friend Sofia, the memories of Axel’s anguish and transformation linger in her mind, forcing her to question the boundaries she has erected. The doorbell’s chime serves as a catalyst, a moment of potential change that could lead to reconciliation or further heartache. As she stands on the threshold, the weight of her past collides with the uncertainty of her future, leaving her poised to make a choice that could redefine their relationship. In this fragile moment, both characters are reminded that forgiveness is not simply a gift but a journey—one that requires courage, honesty, and the willingness to embrace the unknown.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
In the upcoming chapter, readers can expect a deep dive into the emotional turmoil faced by both Axel and Rosette as they navigate the aftermath of their painful confrontation. With Axel grappling with his guilt and desperation to make amends, the stakes are raised as he must confront the monster within himself. Will he find the strength to transform his remorse into a genuine commitment to change, or will his self-loathing pull him further away from the one person he desperately wants to protect? The tension in their relationship is palpable, and the question looms—can love truly heal the wounds of betrayal?
Meanwhile, Rosette stands at a crossroads, caught between her lingering affection for Axel and the pain he has caused her. As she prepares to face her friend Sofia, the arrival of an unexpected visitor at her door promises to complicate her already tumultuous emotions. Will this encounter provide the clarity she needs or further entangle her in the web of her past with Axel? The chapter is poised to unravel secrets and unearth feelings that have long been buried, igniting a fire of unresolved tension that could either forge a path toward reconciliation or lead to irrevocable heartbreak. Readers will be left on the edge of their seats, eagerly anticipating how these intertwined lives will navigate the fragile balance between love, regret, and the possibility of forgiveness.
