Before Sunrise Touches Earth We Forgive What Hurt Us by Vik Rowan Tate 56 Summary
In “Before Sunrise Touches Earth We Forgive What Hurt Us,” Axel grapples with overwhelming emotions as he realizes he is in love with Rosette. This revelation brings a mix of devastation and confusion, as he feels an intense longing for her while also recognizing that she may never fully understand the depth of his feelings. The struggle within him is palpable; he wishes he could reveal his heart to her, yet the fear of rejection paralyzes him. This turmoil is compounded by the physical connection they share, which only heightens his emotional chaos.
As Axel navigates this emotional minefield, he attempts to express his feelings through a kiss, hoping that the connection would convey what words could not. However, the moment leaves him feeling ashamed and vulnerable, as he realizes that his emotions have overwhelmed him. His instinct is to retreat rather than confront these feelings, leading him to leave Rosette’s room abruptly, filled with a mix of shame and confusion. The intensity of love, which he has never experienced before, leaves him questioning his own reactions and the chaos it brings to his life.
Returning to his apartment, Axel struggles with his internal conflict, battling feelings of frustration and fear. He recognizes that he must leave London in ten days, coinciding with a full moon, adding a layer of urgency to his emotional turmoil. This impending departure looms over him, making him feel even more trapped in his feelings for Rosette. Despite his desire to drown his sorrows in alcohol, he resolves to face his emotions soberly, showcasing his determination to confront this complicated situation head-on.
As he prepares to see Rosette again, Axel’s anxiety resurfaces. He meticulously adjusts his appearance, wanting to impress her and recapture the admiration he saw in her eyes before. This preparation reflects his deep yearning for connection and acceptance, indicating how much he values her perception of him. However, when he finally arrives at her door, his excitement is abruptly halted by the unexpected presence of another man, leaving him in a state of uncertainty and anticipation about what will unfold next.
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**Before Sunrise Touches Earth We Forgive What Hurt Us by Vik Rowan Tate**
**Axel**
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The whirlwind of emotions coursing through me was overwhelming, and I found myself unable to pinpoint exactly what I felt for this remarkable woman. It was a chaotic blend, swirling and colliding within me, but the most potent feeling of all, the one that constricted my chest and made it difficult to draw a breath, was sheer devastation.
Devastation that this incredible woman, Rosette, was not mine to claim, that she wandered through life unaware of the profound depths of my affection for her. And the most crushing devastation of all was the realization that there was no way to convey the full weight of my feelings.
If only I could tear my chest open, expose my heart, and let her see how fiercely it beat for her, I would do it in a heartbeat.
Then, like a lightning bolt striking through the haze of confusion, a realization struck me: I was in love with her.
My eyes widened in shock, my hands instinctively dropping from her hips as the truth settled like a heavy stone in my stomach.
I was… I was undeniably in love with Rosette.
Having never experienced love before, I was unprepared for the intensity of this emotion. What I felt was not merely infatuation; it was a force that threatened to unravel me, a tumultuous tide that could only be described as love.
I had witnessed the effects of love on others, seen how it transformed them, often for the worse.
Rosette halted her movements, her chest rising and falling rapidly, concern etched on her delicate features. The softness in her gaze pierced through my heart like a blade, leaving me breathless.
“Axel?” she called out, her voice a gentle whisper. “Are you okay?”
Was I okay? In that moment, I couldn’t even answer that question. I was lost in a fog of confusion. What had I expected from those powerful emotions? Had I not nearly lost my mind when she had walked away? What else could provoke such turmoil if not love?
“I don’t know,” I murmured, my voice barely audible as I reached out, my hand trembling as I cupped her face. I shifted, sitting up so that my face was mere inches from hers, my breath coming in harsh gasps, every word eluding me.
What was I supposed to say? “I love you?” The very thought sent a jolt of fear through me. What if she rejected me? What would I do then?
Lust was a potent force, almost as consuming as love, and I was acutely aware that Rosette felt it too.
In a moment of desperation, I leaned in and kissed her, my lips finding hers without the words I so desperately wanted to say. I hoped—no, I prayed—that she would somehow understand, that she would catch a glimpse of the emotions swirling within me through the connection of our lips and the warmth of our tongues.
But of course, she didn’t.
I broke the kiss, our lips swollen and red, and I could see the worry still etched on her face.
As I pulled away, I felt a wave of shame wash over me, realizing that I had lost my arousal. My thoughts didn’t linger on that fact; I was too consumed by the tremors that began to shake my body, an involuntary reaction I despised. I hated how I fell apart when things became overwhelming.
“Axel, what’s wrong?” she asked, her brow furrowed in concern as she wrapped the blanket tighter around herself.
I shook my head, rising from the bed and fumbling for my pants on the floor, my hands betraying me with their relentless shaking.
“Ten days,” I managed to say, dragging my pants on while avoiding her gaze. “Ten days, Rosette, and I’ll tell you then. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I left her room without a single glance back, hastily grabbing my shirt and stepping out of her house without putting it on. Leaning against her door, I inhaled deeply, trying to steady my racing heart and gather the scattered pieces of my composure.
One of Rosette’s neighbors was outside, her gaze fixed on my bare chest, but I brushed off her attention, too consumed by my own turmoil.
Did people feel fear when they discovered they were in love? Did they want to lash out, to punch something until their hand bled?
Love… it was an intense, complicated beast, one that tangled everything up in knots.
Finally, I managed to get my legs to cooperate and trudged back to my apartment, dragging my feet with each step. Upon entering, I began searching for my keys, but when I couldn’t find them, frustration bubbled to the surface.
“Fuck’s sake,” I groaned, my anger erupting as I kicked the door open, stumbling inside and slamming it shut behind me. I made my way to the bar, reaching for a bottle, but paused with it halfway to my lips.
With a sigh, I set it down. I couldn’t show up at her place hungover and disheveled. No, I had to face this without the crutch of alcohol. I could manage it.
As I moved toward my room, something caught my eye, pulling me back to the calendar I had just passed. It seemed the previous owner hadn’t taken everything with them.
My gaze was drawn to a specific date, as if willing it to change by sheer force of will, but it remained stubbornly the same.
Thirteenth.
That was precisely ten days from today, and I realized with a sinking feeling that it would coincide with a full moon.
Whoever was in charge of the universe was clearly toying with me.
“Ten days from today,” I whispered to myself, hoping that saying it aloud would somehow solidify the reality of it.
I would have to leave that day, no matter the outcome of these ten days. I had to leave London.
“What a fucking mess.”
Dragging myself to my room, I tossed my shirt aside and collapsed face-first onto the bed, releasing a heavy sigh.
I didn’t bother to shower; I reveled in her scent that clung to me, unwilling to wash it away. It enveloped me like a comforting shroud, filling my senses and clouding my thoughts.
“What a mess indeed.”
***
I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my hair and tie, but then scoffed and stepped away.
I felt like a nervous teenager preparing for prom.
As I was about to leave the house, a groan escaped my lips, and I returned to the mirror.
I wanted to look good—better than I had in years. I remembered how Rosette had looked at me last night, her eyes tracing my features with a mixture of desire and admiration. I craved for her to gaze at me like that again today, but this time without the haze of lust clouding her vision.
Returning to the mirror, I pushed my hair back, but it made my features appear too sharp. I let it fall back into place, but that made me look too soft. Grabbing a comb, I swept half of my hair back while allowing the other half to frame my face.
“Good,” I murmured to myself, nodding in approval.
I picked up a single rose from the large bouquet I had brought with me and stepped out the door, trying to walk with a bounce in my step, desperately attempting—not very successfully—to hide my excitement.
I knocked on her door, inhaling deeply as I waited, but when no answer came, impatience began to gnaw at me, prompting me to knock again.
Finally, the door swung open, and I opened my mouth, ready to say whatever came to mind, but my words—and my enthusiasm—died in my throat when I found myself face-to-face with a man.
Conclusion
In the aftermath of that tumultuous encounter, Axel stands at the precipice of realization, grappling with the weight of his unspoken love for Rosette. The chaos of emotions that had once consumed him is now tempered by a newfound clarity; he understands that love, while terrifying, is also a force that compels him to confront his fears. The days leading up to the full moon loom over him like a ticking clock, each moment amplifying his anxiety and desire. As he prepares to meet Rosette again, he feels the urgency to express his feelings, to bridge the chasm between them that his silence has created. The rose in his hand symbolizes not just his affection but his determination to break free from the shackles of uncertainty that have held him captive.
Yet, as he stands at her door, the unexpected presence of another man sends his heart plummeting into despair. In that instant, Axel is reminded of the fragility of love and the risks that come with vulnerability. This moment of confrontation forces him to reckon with the reality that love is not simply about feeling; it is about action, courage, and the willingness to embrace whatever outcome may arise. As he takes a deep breath, preparing to face whatever comes next, Axel recognizes that the true journey of love lies not in the mere acknowledgment of his feelings but in the brave act of sharing them, regardless of the consequences. In this delicate dance of hope and fear, he understands that the path to forgiveness—both of himself and the past—begins with the courage to step forward into the unknown.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
In the next chapter, readers can expect to dive deeper into the emotional turmoil that Axel is experiencing as he grapples with his feelings for Rosette. The tension between them is palpable, and with the introduction of a mysterious man at Rosette’s door, the stakes have never been higher. Will Axel’s resolve hold strong as he confronts this unexpected obstacle? The arrival of this man could either shatter his chances with Rosette or ignite a fierce determination within him to fight for what he believes is rightfully his. The question looms: will he seize the moment and declare his love, or will fear and uncertainty cloud his judgment once again?
As the clock ticks down to the fateful day marked on Axel’s calendar, the full moon looms over him like a harbinger of change. The weight of his impending departure from London adds another layer of urgency to his predicament. Readers will be on the edge of their seats, wondering how Axel will navigate this complex web of emotions, desires, and the looming deadline that threatens to pull him away from the very woman he’s come to love. Will he find the courage to embrace his feelings, or will he let the opportunity slip through his fingers? The next chapter promises to be a rollercoaster of emotions, filled with heart-wrenching decisions and the possibility of newfound love—or heartbreaking loss.
