Chapter 9: The Anchor

Amara leaned heavily against the oak table in the heart of Bellview's library, textbooks sprawled everywhere, and notes scribbled with the desperation of a drowning woman.

A cup of cold coffee rested near her elbow, testament to hours spent here.

She glanced up, hazel eyes darting around, trying to find a familiar face.

Among the sea of concentrating students, she felt truly alone.

A gust of anxiety had been building in her chest all week, and today, it threatened to drown her.

Lost in her studies, she hardly noticed the shadow that fell across her notes until a warm hand settled on her shoulder. Declan.

"Hey,"

His voice was soft, filled with the concern she'd come to rely on.

"You've been here for hours. Let's take a break."

She sighed, her shoulders drooping.

"I can't, Dec. These exams... I feel so overwhelmed."

Declan gently took the textbook from her, shutting it.

"Five minutes, Mara. That's all I'm asking."

She hesitated, then nodded.

They wandered through the library's corridors, Declan leading her to a quieter alcove where a large window showcased the sprawling campus bathed in twilight.

"You remember when we first saw this view?"

Declan began, his voice low and soothing, taking her back to their freshman year.

Amara leaned against the windowpane, nostalgia shimmering in her eyes.

"Feels like a different life."

He tilted his head, observing her.

"You're not just stressed about exams, are you?"

Her shoulders sagged.

"It's...everything. Growing up, responsibilities, the future..."

The weight in her voice wasn't lost on him.

"Talk to me,"

He urged gently.

Amara gazed out, a sheen of unshed tears in her eyes.

"Remember how we used to dream, Dec? About traveling, exploring, and just...living. Now, all I see are deadlines, assignments, and...commitments."

The last word was whispered, a hint to her parents' turbulent relationship.

Declan stepped closer, sensing her vulnerability.

"Hey, life changes, but it doesn't mean our dreams vanish. They just evolve."

She turned to face him, the rawness in her eyes a stark contrast to her usual vibrant self.

"But what if I'm not ready for them to change?"

Declan cupped her face, forcing her to look up.

"You are stronger than you think. Life throws challenges, but remember, you don't have to face them alone."

He paused, searching her face.

"I'm here, always."

She leaned into his touch, drawing strength.

"You're my anchor, Dec."

A mixture of happiness and pain flitted across his blue eyes, a testament to his deep-seated emotions.

"Always,"

He whispered.

As they walked back to the library, Amara's step was a tad lighter, her shoulders less burdened. Declan's presence was a balm to her fraying nerves.

Days turned to weeks, and as exams approached, the pressure grew.

But now, Amara had her anchor.

Declan would often surprise her with late-night snacks or send her playlists filled with calming indie songs.

On the day of her toughest exam, she found a note tucked inside her textbook. It read,

"Remember, after the darkest night, there's a bright day ahead. You've got this. - Dec."

Tears pricked her eyes, not of fear but of gratitude.

And when she walked into the exam hall, she did so with newfound determination, Declan's unwavering support bolstering her.

The chapter of exams ended, but the journey of their intertwined lives continued.

Whether it was a dance recital where Amara shone or a photography exhibition showcasing

Declan's talent, they were each other's most significant cheerleaders.

But amidst these heartwarming moments lay the undercurrent of Declan's unspoken emotions.

Every gift, every gesture, though filled with genuine care, also had an edge of possessiveness.

Yet, for now, Amara was blissfully unaware, seeing only the beacon that helped her navigate life's storms.

Oblivious to the tempest that was silently brewing in the heart of her anchor.

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POV: Declan Blackwood

The world outside seemed to glow with a warm, golden hue, the sun setting beyond the horizon.

Declan adjusted the lens of his camera, capturing the fleeting moments.

The vibrancy of the colors, the serenity of the scene; it was perfect. But not as perfect as the candid shots he often took of Amara.

He glanced over at her, sitting on the grass a few feet away.

She looked peaceful, engrossed in her latest historical fiction novel, her auburn hair cascading over her shoulders, reflecting the golden light.

His heart ached, the familiar twinge of emotions he'd grown accustomed to but never voiced.

How many times had he imagined telling her everything?

That every candid photo of her in his room was a captured moment of his love.

But the fear of losing their bond, the unique connection they had, kept him silent.

It was a double-edged sword, where his love for her gave him happiness, but his silence brought agony.

Feeling his gaze, Amara looked up, the mischievous glint in her hazel eyes making his heart skip a beat.

"Taking creepy shots of unsuspecting students again?"

She teased.

He chuckled, his anxiety momentarily forgotten.

"Only of those who matter."

She grinned, standing and stretching. Her silhouette against the dimming sky was ethereal.

"Want to get coffee? My treat."

He nodded, secretly relishing any opportunity to be near her.

As they walked, her fingers brushed against his, sending a jolt of electricity up his spine.

He wondered if she felt it too, or if it was just his heart playing tricks on him.

They settled into their usual spot at the campus café.

Declan watched her as she animatedly chatted about her recent dance practice and the upcoming pottery class she was excited about.

He loved these moments, listening to her stories, seeing the world through her eyes.

In between stories, she'd sometimes touch his arm for emphasis or lean in closer, sharing secrets. Declan cherished each touch, storing them away like treasured memories.

But as the evening wore on, he noticed her eyeing a group of students laughing by the barista counter, especially one guy. A pang of jealousy gnawed at his insides.

"You know him?"

He tried to sound casual.

Amara looked back, a hint of pink on her cheeks.

"Yeah, that's Mark. We have a few classes together."

Declan's fingers tightened around his cup, fighting the urge to tell her that guy wasn't right for her or make up an excuse to keep her close. But he stayed silent, as always.

"Hey, Dec,"

Amara began hesitantly, her voice drawing him back.

"You're always here for me, you know? I just...wanted to say thanks."

The sincerity in her voice melted away his worries. He smiled softly,

"Always, Mara."

The night drew to a close, and as they walked back to their dorms, Amara's laughter echoing around them, Declan's heart was full.

He cherished these shared moments, holding onto them as evidence of their bond, while the undercurrent of his emotions roared silently beneath.