In Chapter 47 of “Before Sunrise Touches Earth We Forgive What Hurt Us” by Vik Rowan Tate, the narrator finds himself in a state of emotional turmoil as he steps out of his car, grappling with anxiety and determination. He had promised to respect the wishes of a woman he deeply cares for, yet the urge to see her overwhelms him. Despite knowing he shouldn’t be there, he feels as if he’s unraveling without her presence, prompting him to pull strings to discover her school schedule and ultimately park outside her campus, waiting for a glimpse of her.
When he finally sees her, his heart shatters at the sight of her grace and beauty. She emerges from the building, radiant and smiling, but his joy quickly turns to despair when he realizes she is with someone else. The sight of her genuine smile ignites a longing within him, making him feel pathetic yet determined. He decides to follow her, feeling a mix of desperation and obsession, as he trails her to a quaint apartment building, wrestling with the urge to confront her despite knowing she likely doesn’t want to see him.
As night falls, he watches her leave her apartment in a stunning black dress, reigniting his desire and determination to have her back in his life. Following her to a club, he feels out of place but is driven by an overwhelming need to be near her. Inside the club, he scans the crowd for her, only to find her looking uncomfortable with another man. His protective instincts surge as he witnesses the man’s advances, feeling a mix of anger and helplessness at her discomfort.
The chapter culminates in a moment of intense emotion as the narrator’s rage boils over when he sees the man touch Rosette inappropriately. Fueled by a desperate need to protect her, he prepares to confront the situation head-on, fully aware that he cannot stand by and let this happen to the woman he loves. The emotional stakes are high as he moves forward, ready to confront whatever comes next in a bid to reclaim her and express his true feelings.
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**Before Sunrise Touches Earth We Forgive What Hurt Us by Vik Rowan Tate**
**Chapter 47**
As I stepped out of my car, I leaned against it, my hat pulled low over my eyes, and my hands shoved deep into my pants pockets. The weight of the moment pressed down on me, and I felt a mix of anxiety and determination swirling inside.
I wasn’t meant to be here. I had promised myself I would respect her wishes, that I would honor her decision to keep her distance. But damn it, I felt like I was unraveling, like the world was tilting on its axis without her. The thought of her being so close, yet so far, was driving me to the brink of madness.
I had pulled a few strings to get her school schedule, and now here I was, parked outside her campus, my heart racing as I waited for a glimpse of her.
And then, there she was.
In an instant, my heart shattered into a million pieces.
She walked out of the building with a grace that stole my breath away, as if she hadn’t just turned my entire world upside down. She was the reason the sun felt different to me, the reason I could finally draw breath without feeling like I was suffocating. Her hair caught the light, shimmering as if it wanted to cling to her, and I couldn’t blame it for wanting to bask in her presence.
Her skin radiated a glow that made everything around her seem dull in comparison. She looked like the kind of dream I never believed I could hold in my hands.
I stood frozen, unable to move.
A smile broke across her face as she greeted someone beside her, someone who definitely wasn’t me. In that moment, it felt as though the air had been knocked from my lungs, leaving me gasping for breath.
I had never seen her smile like that before. Sure, she had offered small smiles in the past, just a slight lift of her lips, but this one was different—wide and genuine, illuminating her entire face.
I wanted to drown in that smile, to lose myself in its warmth.
As she waved goodbye to her friend and climbed into a car, I felt an overwhelming urge to follow her. After a moment of hesitation, I slipped into my own car and trailed behind her. With each passing second, I couldn’t shake the feeling of how utterly pathetic I was—how desperately I needed her, how foolishly obsessed I had become.
But I didn’t mind being pathetic for her. Not one bit.
For about twenty minutes, I followed her until she parked in front of a quaint little apartment building. My eyes were glued to her every move as she stepped out of the car. All I wanted was to jump out and knock on her door, to see her smile up close, but I knew I was the last person she wanted to see right now. Breaking into her home in broad daylight wasn’t an option, but the thought of waiting until nightfall was both thrilling and torturous.
So I sat there, hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, my heart racing as I waited for the darkness to blanket the world around me.
Finally, night fell like a curtain, and just as I was about to step out of my car, her door swung open again. My breath caught in my throat as I took in the sight of her. She wore a stunning little black dress, the fabric hugging her curves perfectly, and her hair was elegantly tied up, exposing her graceful neck.
Just the sight of her made my heart race and desire flood my veins. I glanced down, and there it was—my body responding to her presence as if it had been waiting for this moment. I scoffed softly to myself.
“Of course.”
A year had passed, and yet the mere sight of her, fully clothed and radiant, had ignited a fire within me once more.
I needed her. Life felt dull and colorless without her, and I was determined to have her back. One way or another, I would tell her the truth. God knew I would sing for her if that’s what it took.
She climbed into her car and drove off, and I followed her, my heart pounding in my chest.
To my shock, she drove to a club—a place I never expected to find Rosette.
I shouldn’t have followed her; I knew that deep down. But logic had never held much sway over my actions when it came to her. I was a fool, utterly and completely, and I couldn’t help but embrace it.
As she stepped out of her car, all eyes turned to her, drawn in like moths to a flame. That little black dress clung to her body, as if it had missed her just as much as I had. The sound of her heels clicking against the pavement echoed in my ears, her long legs captivating and devastating all at once.
She joined her friend from earlier, that same radiant smile returning as they linked arms and headed into the club.
My hands clenched the steering wheel so tightly I thought I might crush it. My pulse was a war drum in my chest, and I felt paralyzed for a long moment. Then, with a sudden rush of determination, I pulled my hat lower, stepped out, and joined the line outside the club, pretending I belonged there. But I didn’t; I was here for one reason, one woman, one desperate need.
Once inside, the pulsating beat of the music hit me first, followed closely by the overwhelming scents of perfume, sweat, and alcohol. The air was thick with the heady aroma of desire and lust. I had never understood why people chose to spend their time in places like this when there were so many other options available. And worse still, I couldn’t fathom why Rosette would be here.
I scanned the crowd, searching for her, and I found her quickly. She was still with her friend, still clinging to her arm as if it were her lifeline. But something was off—she looked uncomfortable, and my heart sank.
I moved to the bar, ordering a drink that I nursed slowly, my eyes never leaving her.
“Hey, handsome,” a sultry voice purred beside me, and I turned to see a woman sliding onto the stool beside me, her hands immediately reaching out to touch me. The sickly sweet scent of her perfume made me want to gag. “What’s a guy like you doing all alone?”
“I’m not alone,” I replied, my gaze still fixed on Rosette as I took a slow sip from my glass.
“You aren’t? Then why don’t I see anyone around you?” she asked, a hint of confusion in her tone.
“Because my woman is off doing her own thing. She’ll be back soon, and trust me, she wouldn’t be pleased to see you all over her man. We’d both get into deep trouble.”
With that, she huffed and left, and I couldn’t help but scoff into my drink, my focus unwavering on Rosette.
Finally, she let go of her friend’s arm when a guy approached her. He leaned in too close, whispering something that made her giggle, and I felt a surge of anger rise within me.
My hand tightened around the glass, and I could feel my fingers twitching at my side, my jaw clenched so hard it was almost painful.
He touched her, placing his disgusting hand on her lap, and I could see her smile falter, her discomfort palpable.
My heart raced, hammering in my throat. If he dared to touch her again, I didn’t know what I would do. But deep down, I knew.
And then it happened. His hand slid higher, brushing against her bare thigh, and that was when I snapped. I got off the stool, moving forward with purpose, my eyes locked on them.
He was a dead man walking.
Conclusion
In that moment, as I surged through the crowd, the world around me faded into a blur. All that mattered was Rosette—her discomfort, her smile that had faltered, and the realization that I had let fear and doubt keep me away for far too long. The anger boiling within me was not just for her but for myself, for allowing someone to intrude upon what was rightfully ours. I was done standing idly by, done with the self-imposed distance that had only served to deepen my longing. I had come here to reclaim what I had lost, and nothing—not even the fear of rejection—would stop me from fighting for her.
As I approached, every heartbeat echoed in my ears, fueling my resolve. I could feel the weight of the past pressing down on me, but it was nothing compared to the hope that surged forth. I would not allow this moment to slip away; I would not let her smile be dimmed by someone unworthy. With each step, I felt the pieces of my heart stitching back together, the realization that love, though fraught with pain, was worth every fight. This was my chance to finally tell her the truth, to let her know that I had never stopped caring, that I would always choose her, no matter the cost. As I reached her side, ready to face whatever came next, I knew I was stepping not just into a club, but into the possibility of redemption, of connection, and of love renewed.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
In the next chapter, readers can expect a dramatic escalation as the tension reaches a boiling point. With our protagonist’s heart racing and his emotions in turmoil, he is poised to confront the man who dares to touch Rosette. The air will crackle with anticipation as he makes his way through the thrumming crowd, fueled by a mix of jealousy and desperation. Will he be able to rein in his anger, or will he succumb to the primal urge to protect what he believes is rightfully his? The stakes have never been higher, and the club’s pulsating atmosphere will serve as a backdrop for a confrontation that could change everything.
Moreover, as the night unfolds, the complexities of Rosette’s feelings will come to the forefront. Readers will delve deeper into her psyche, exploring her reactions to both the unwanted advances and the presence of her past love. The chapter promises to intertwine moments of vulnerability with raw passion, as Rosette grapples with her emotions and the choices that have led her to this moment. Will she recognize the depth of their connection amidst the chaos, or will she retreat further into her own world? The answers lie just beyond the horizon, and the impending clash is sure to leave hearts racing and minds reeling.
