Before Sunrise Touches Earth We Forgive What Hurt Us by Vik Rowan Tate 51 Summary
In Chapter 51 of “Before Sunrise Touches Earth We Forgive What Hurt Us,” the protagonist is overwhelmed with emotions upon discovering a rose in a box. The sight of the flower triggers bittersweet memories of Axel, a significant figure in her life, evoking a deep sense of longing and nostalgia. She recalls the joy and warmth he brought into her life, contrasting it with the absence of the spark she noticed in his eyes during their last encounter. This moment highlights her internal struggle with the pain of their separation and the weight of her feelings for him.
As she opens the box, her anticipation turns to disappointment when she realizes the rose is a gift from her new neighbor rather than Axel. The note reveals that the neighbor finds comfort in the smell of the sea, which adds to her sense of loss as she reflects on Axel’s love for the ocean. Lighting the scented candle, she finds temporary solace in its fragrance, allowing her thoughts to drift back to happier memories of Axel until she falls asleep, dreaming of him.
The chapter takes a turn when she wakes up to her friend Sofia, who provides comfort and support. Their conversation reveals the protagonist’s guilt and regret over leaving Axel, as she believes her absence may have caused him pain. Sofia’s presence serves as a stabilizing force for her, yet the protagonist’s emotional turmoil remains palpable as she grapples with her feelings of responsibility for Axel’s current state.
Later, the protagonist experiences a surge of anxiety and excitement when she hears a knock at the door. To her shock, it is Axel, looking dashing and confident, holding another rose. Their interaction is charged with tension, as she feels both self-conscious and drawn to him. Despite her initial hesitation, Axel’s playful demeanor and charm reignite her feelings, leaving her in a state of confusion and anticipation about their relationship moving forward. The chapter concludes with a sense of unresolved emotions, as the protagonist grapples with her feelings for Axel and the implications of his unexpected visit.
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**Before Sunrise Touches Earth We Forgive What Hurt Us by Vik Rowan Tate**
**Chapter 51**
The moment my eyes landed on the rose, a wave of emotions washed over me.
“Axel,” I breathed, my voice barely a whisper as I bent down to retrieve the box cradling the delicate flower. I brought it closer, allowing its fragrance to envelop me, and with it, memories of him rushed back like a tide.
“A rose for my Rose,” I murmured, a bittersweet smile tugging at my lips.
A lump formed in my throat, heavy and unwelcome. Oh, how I missed him. I missed his playful antics, the way his ridiculous words could ignite a fire within me. I longed for the warmth of his gaze, the gentle caress of his touch.
But when I looked into his eyes last night, that familiar spark was absent.
With a sense of urgency, I carried the box inside, my heart racing with curiosity about what lay within. As I opened it, my heart sank when I read the note inside.
“A little gift from your new next-door neighbor,” it read. “I hope you enjoy it. I find the smell of the sea comforting, and I decided to share that comfort.”
Disappointment washed over me, and I let the note slip from my fingers, my gaze shifting to the contents of the box. It was a large, scented candle, its wax glistening in the light. I lit it, settling onto the couch, wincing slightly as I shifted my weight, but the discomfort faded away as the scent of the ocean filled the air around me.
I inhaled deeply, allowing the aroma to wash over me, and sighed as I leaned my head back, closing my eyes.
The fragrance of the ocean was indeed soothing, and like the fool I was, my thoughts drifted back to Axel and his deep affection for the sea.
Before I knew it, I had drifted off to sleep, a small smile gracing my lips as I envisioned him splashing in the waves, carefree and joyous.
***
I gradually stirred awake, feeling gentle fingers weaving through my hair. Blinking sleepily, I looked up to find Sofia gazing down at me, her expression a mix of concern and affection.
“You were out cold,” she murmured softly. “Didn’t even hear me come in.”
I exhaled a breath I didn’t realize I was holding, shifting my position and nuzzling my face against her thigh.
“You good, girl?” she asked, her voice tender. “And please, spare me the ‘I’m fine’ nonsense.”
Silence enveloped me as I closed my eyes again, relishing the comfort of her presence. Finally, I spoke, my voice barely a whisper. “I miss him. He wasn’t always like this. He used to smile so much, joke and tease constantly. I think… I think I broke him that day.”
Sofia continued to stroke my hair, her touch soothing. “Why do you think that, hon?”
“Because I left him,” I confessed, my voice faltering as the weight of my words settled in. “I didn’t realize how much I meant to him, but I did. I never imagined my absence would shatter him like this.”
Sofia sighed, her fingers pausing momentarily. “You know I’m not the best at giving advice in situations like this.”
I scoffed, opening my eyes to meet hers. “I’m not looking for advice. I just needed to vent.”
“Good. I was about to freak out,” she replied, a playful smile breaking through her concern.
We both laughed softly, the tension in the air dissipating as I rested my head back on her lap, her fingers resuming their gentle motion through my hair. Sofia had become my anchor, my comfort. From that very first day, we had an undeniable connection. She didn’t believe in love or relationships, claiming they only served to limit her.
Suddenly, her phone chimed, breaking the moment. “Oh, I’ve got to run. Today’s packed for me.” I sat up to give her room to stand. “Mom sent over some soup. Yours is in the fridge.”
“Thanks, Sof,” I replied, a smile creeping onto my face.
She leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead, grabbed her bag, and headed out the door.
***
After spending the entire day in a haze of inactivity, the scented candle flickering softly beside me, I found a strange comfort in its presence—more than I ever thought a candle could provide.
As the clock approached eight, the doorbell rang, and my mind instantly flickered to Sofia. But it wasn’t her knock I heard.
I pushed myself off the couch, curiosity piqued, and peered through the peephole. My heart raced wildly when I recognized the figure standing on the other side.
I gasped softly, instinctively looking away as if he could somehow see me. I leaned back against the door, my breath quickening in my chest.
“Sweetheart, I know you’re there,” he called out, amusement lacing his voice. “I can hear your heartbeat from here.”
I exhaled a shaky breath, turning back to face the door. Straightening my posture, I took a deep breath, smoothing my hair down nervously. Glancing down at my attire, I sighed; I looked a complete mess.
With resolve, I took another deep breath before finally opening the door, my heart pounding even harder as his face came into full view.
“Hello, lover,” he whispered, leaning casually against the pillar, a single rose in his hand, his gaze locked onto mine.
A wave of self-consciousness washed over me. Here I was, clad in oversized clothes with my hair in disarray, while he looked impeccably put together. He had cleaned up nicely—shaved, hair neatly styled, and dressed in a crisp white button-down shirt that hung open at the chest, sleeves rolled up, tucked into well-pressed black pants.
He looked sharp. Responsible. He looked absolutely irresistible.
I swallowed hard, my voice barely a whisper as I replied, “I’m not y-your lover.”
His smile widened, the kind I had dreamed about countless times. He pushed off the pillar, taking a step closer, yet he stopped short of invading my personal space. “Your heart sings a different tune, my gorgeous darling. May I come in?”
“Yes,” was the answer I desperately wanted to give. Instead, I found myself stammering, “What are you doing here?”
“Did you not receive my gifts?” he inquired, an eyebrow arched, mischief dancing in his eyes.
I raised an eyebrow in response. “What gifts?”
“A rose,” he purred as he leaned closer, tucking the rose behind my ear, his fingers brushing against my cheekbone, sending a shiver down my spine.
He leaned back, sliding his hands into his pockets, but not before I caught a glimpse of him flexing the hand that had just touched me. The sensation made my chest tighten uncomfortably.
“And a note,” he continued, his voice suddenly low and rough. “And a box with a scented candle inside. A candle that smelled of the ocean, to be exact.”
My eyes widened in disbelief. “No.”
His grin broadened. “Oh, yes, sweetheart.”
“Are you my new next-door neighbor?” I blurted out, nearly shouting in surprise.
“Yes, sweetheart. ’Tis I.”
Conclusion
In this poignant chapter, the emotional journey of the protagonist culminates in a moment of unexpected reconnection. The weight of longing and regret hangs heavily as she grapples with memories of Axel, the laughter they once shared, and the pain of separation. The arrival of the rose and the scented candle serves as a catalyst, stirring up feelings she thought were buried. Yet, as she navigates her sorrow, the warmth of friendship from Sofia offers a glimmer of solace, reminding her that healing is possible even amidst heartache. The laughter shared between them lightens the atmosphere, hinting at the strength found in companionship as she begins to confront her feelings.
As the door swings open to reveal Axel, the tension shifts dramatically, transforming her sorrow into a whirlwind of emotions. His presence rekindles a spark that had dimmed, igniting hope where there was once despair. The playful banter and lingering touches between them breathe life into a connection that seemed lost, suggesting that perhaps forgiveness and new beginnings are within reach. This moment encapsulates the essence of vulnerability and the courage to embrace love once more, leaving the reader with a sense of anticipation for what lies ahead. The chapter closes on a note of possibility, where the past and present intertwine, hinting that the journey toward forgiveness and rekindling affection is just beginning.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
**What to Expect in the Next Chapter?**
As the tension between Rose and Axel simmers just beneath the surface, readers can expect a whirlwind of emotions in the upcoming chapter. With Axel standing at her door, the air thick with unspoken words and lingering feelings, the stage is set for an explosive confrontation. Will Rose confront the reality of her feelings for Axel, or will her fears and insecurities hold her back? The delicate balance of their past and present threatens to tip as they navigate the complexities of rekindling a relationship that was seemingly shattered.
Moreover, the arrival of Axel as her new next-door neighbor introduces a fresh dynamic that promises to complicate Rose’s life even further. What will this proximity mean for their interactions? Will it lead to healing and forgiveness, or will it unearth deeper wounds that have yet to be addressed? Readers will be on the edge of their seats, eagerly anticipating how Rose will respond to Axel’s charming demeanor and the memories he stirs within her. The candle’s ocean scent may provide comfort, but the waves of emotion crashing between them could either drown them in nostalgia or propel them toward a new beginning.
Prepare for a chapter filled with heartfelt revelations, unexpected confessions, and the tantalizing possibility of love rekindled. As the sun rises on their intertwined fates, will they find the courage to forgive what hurt them, or will the shadows of the past loom too large to overcome? The answers await just beyond the horizon.
