He pulled away just enough to press his lips to mine. At first, I kissed him back, melting into the moment—but then, a subtle shift.
The kiss felt off. Not wrong in form… but in feeling.
It wasn't passion. It wasn't comfort.
It felt like goodbye.
Like betrayal wrapped in silk.
And just like that, everything I had feared came roaring back—louder than ever.
I felt it before I even understood it.
A strange stillness settled into my bones, freezing my body where I stood. My heart pounded in my chest, but my limbs wouldn't move—paralyzed by a storm of thoughts crashing through my mind like a tidal wave.
Xander's expression shifted the moment he noticed the sudden tension in my body. He paused and looked directly into my eyes. There was something flickering behind them—guilt.
"I'm sorry, Haven," he said quietly, the words falling from his lips like a confession. His voice was hoarse, almost broken.
My heart skipped.
"Sorry?" I repeated, stunned. The apology caught me completely off guard. I blinked at him, unable to speak, unable to understand why he looked like he had just betrayed a promise he hadn't spoken out loud.
"I'm sorry I made you worry," Xander added quickly, this time forcing a reassuring smile. "I always find a way to manipulate my boss. Nothing will stop our big night. I promise."
Reluctantly, I smiled back. A weak, uncertain smile. I wasn't satisfied with his explanation, but I chose to trust him. That's what love meant, right? Trusting, even when something didn't feel quite right.
"My mother always said that trust is important in a relationship… for it to grow," I murmured, more to myself than him.
Xander nodded, already reaching for his jacket. "I have to go now."
"But… what about the breakfast I made?" I asked, my voice small, tinged with disappointment. "Aren't you going to eat something before heading out?"
He grinned and walked toward me, placing both hands on my shoulders. "Of course I will. I can never miss your food—no matter what. You're the best cook ever, haven."
I blushed at his sweet words, cheeks flushing deep red. That warmth I longed for—his love, his energy—seemed to return, even if only for a moment. I playfully pouted, stepping in front of the door and blocking his path like a stubborn child.
Xander chuckled heartily, finishing the last bite of the sandwich in a single bite and dramatically raising both hands to show he was done. "Now can I go?"
"Fine," I giggled, stepping aside. "You're free to go. See you later."
"See you later, my love." He kissed my forehead before walking out and shutting the door behind him.
*******
The festival had arrived. 8:00 p.m. sharp.
The air was buzzing with excitement. Music floated through the village like magic, drums pulsing in rhythm with the howls of distant wolves. The sacred celebration of the Moon Festival was in full swing.
I stood before the mirror, dressed in the red gown Xander chose for me. A soft pair of white heels complemented the look. I gently touched up my makeup, the shimmer of hope in my eyes dimming just slightly.
Still no sign of Xander.
I tried not to panic. He'll come.
I whispered silent prayers, clutching onto faith like a lifeline. This was supposed to be our night. Nothing could go wrong—not now.
Then the front door creaked open.
"I'm home, love! Are you ready?" Xander called out, his voice unusually bright.
I jolted awake. I had fallen asleep waiting for him.
He walked in, brushing a kiss on my cheek. "I'm so sorry. I promise I'll only need twenty minutes, and then we're off."
I nodded. "Okay, Xander. I'll touch up my makeup while you get ready."
Thirty minutes later, we arrived at the heart of the celebration. The festival grounds sparkled with lanterns, their warm glow painting the night in gold and red. We found a table near the center, giving us a perfect view of the stage.
Red wine and delicate desserts were served. I leaned into Xander's side, his hand in mine, my head on his shoulder as we swayed gently to the music.
Everything felt perfect. Peaceful.
I wanted everyone to see us. To know we were in love. That nothing—not even fate—could take that away.
I smiled up at him, eyes tracing every line of his face. We were deep in conversation, our voices low and sweet.
Then the music stopped.