Without warning, a sob hiccupped fr

Without warning, a sob hiccupped from her chest.
“Hey, hey, what’s wrong? Evelyn, please don’t cry. I’ll take them all back.”
Shutting her eyes, she pressed her lips together and shook her head. Forcing a deep breath she stood and went to the top drawer of the dresser. She removed the notes from the morning and the one that had been attached to the rose. Evelyn handed them to him and he frowned.
“Read them,” she asked.
“What?”
“Read them. Please.”
For the first time ever, Lucian looked unsure. He glanced at the first note. His voice was a thin thread of what it normally sounded like. “I love the sound of my name when it crosses your lips. It is the sweetest whisper my ears have ever been sung.”
He looked at her and she pointed to the next one.
He read, “On the days that I cannot hear your heart beating beside mine, you’re too far away and I want nothing more than to go to you and hold you close, and never let go.” He began breathing heavily. He frowned at the notes and his fingers tightened over the delicate parchment.
“And this one,” she whispered.
He read this one a little faster. “I feel as though you sip from my soul every time our lips touch and when you look at me as I’m deep inside of you, you breathe life back into me, and I know, before you, everything was only an imitation of what living truly is.”
Her heart pinched and her stomach rolled with too much emotion to keep inside.
Lucian suddenly stood. “What is this, Evelyn?” he barked. “I’m not a writer. If you don’t like them, throw them away.” His fists closed over the papers, crumpling them into a ball.
“No!” She jumped to her feet and grabbed his fist. As she tried to unknot his fingers he scoffed and let them all flutter to the floor. She chased them down to the carpet and quickly uncurled them.
Lucian threw his fingers into his hair and turned. “I don’t get you, Evelyn. I thought today would be perfect, but every time I look at you you’re more upset than you were the moment before. I can’t win for losing!”
He stormed toward the door and she panicked. “Lucian, wait!”
He stopped but didn’t turn around. His shoulders heaved slowly with irritation. She hadn’t meant to embarrass him.
Her voice was watery and breathless. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m so emotional today. I’m just overwhelmed. You have to understand, before today, Christmas just meant ham instead of stew at the shelter and hot chocolate for dessert instead of going without. I’ve never been given gifts before I met you and your overindulgence is at times more than I can comprehend.”
“I’ll send them all back.” He was hurt and that was her fault.
“No, Lucian, you don’t have to do that. I just want you to know, all of those gifts down there don’t mean a fraction of what this means to me,” she said holding up his love notes.
His eyes narrowed. “Then why did you make me read them like that? You made me feel like—”
“Because I can’t read them.”
“What?”
She stared up at him, so tall and powerful. His image shimmered behind the wall of tears covering her eyes. “I don’t know how to read.”
It took a minute for her words to sink in. His expression softened and he blinked at her.
“Evelyn . . .” he rasped. “I . . . I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
“I didn’t want you to know. I didn’t want you to think I was stupid.”
He lowered himself to the floor. “I could never think that.” His hands gently turned her face and kissed her tear-streaked cheeks.
A watery laugh bubbled from her. “Bet you believe me now when I tell you I wasn’t snooping at your desk the day we met.”
He didn’t laugh. His strong arms wrapped around her and he rocked her. His warm lips pressed into her temple as he whispered over her skin, “I’ll teach you to read, Evelyn. I’ll teach you anything you’re interested in learning. I never want you to feel like you’re less because you can’t do something. Anything you want to learn, I’ll teach you. Even without those skills, you’re so much more than anyone else in this world.”
He held her for a long while, there on the floor. She asked him to read the rest of the notes and he did. By the time they were heading back downstairs, hand in hand, to welcome his sisters, she was sure of four things. One, she’d finally learn to read. Two, Lucian loved her very much. Three, she loved him more. And four, this would end very badly and her heart would likely never beat right again.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

Tanpa peringatan, Isak hiccupped dari dadanya."Hei, Hei, apa salah? Evelyn, Harap jangan menangis. Aku akan membawa mereka semua kembali."Menutup matanya, dia ditekan bibirnya bersama-sama dan menggelengkan kepalanya. Memaksa napas ia berdiri dan pergi ke lemari laci atas. Dia dihapus catatan dari pagi hari dan satu yang telah melekat mawar. Evelyn memberikannya kepadanya dan dia disukai."Membaca mereka," Dia bertanya."Apa?""Membaca mereka. Please."Untuk pertama kalinya, Lucian tampak tidak yakin. Dia melirik catatan pertama. Suaranya thread tipis dari apa yang biasanya itu terdengar seperti. "Aku cinta suara nama saya ketika melintasi bibir Anda. Hal ini dengan manis bisikan telinga saya pernah telah dinyanyikan."Dia memandang dan dia menunjuk ke yang berikutnya.Dia membaca, "pada hari itu aku tidak bisa mendengar hatimu mengalahkan selain tambang, kau terlalu jauh dan aku ingin tidak ada yang lebih untuk pergi ke Anda dan terus Anda menutup, dan tidak pernah membiarkan pergi." Ia mulai bernapas berat. Dia disukai di catatan dan jari-jarinya diperketat atas perkamen halus."Dan ini," ia berbisik.Dia membaca satu ini sedikit lebih cepat. "Saya merasa seolah-olah Anda sip dari jiwa saya setiap kali bibir kita menyentuh dan ketika Anda melihat saya sebagai saya dalam dalam diri Anda, Anda bernapas kehidupan kembali ke saya, dan saya tahu, sebelum Anda, semuanya hanya imitasi dari apa benar-benar hidup."Hatinya mencubit dan perutnya digulung dengan terlalu banyak emosi untuk menyimpan di dalamnya.Lucian tiba-tiba berdiri. "Apakah ini, Evelyn?" dia menyalak. "Aku tidak seorang penulis. Jika Anda tidak menyukai mereka, membuangnya." Genggamnya ditutup atas karya-karya, crumpling mereka menjadi bola."Tidak!" Dia melompat ke kakinya dan meraih tinjunya. Ketika ia mencoba untuk unknot jarinya ia mendengus dan membiarkan mereka semua bergetar ke lantai. Dia mengejar mereka ke karpet dan cepat uncurled mereka.Lucian melemparkan jarinya ke rambutnya dan berubah. "Saya tidak mendapatkan Anda, Evelyn. Saya pikir hari ini akan menjadi sempurna, tapi setiap kali saya melihat Anda kau lebih sedih daripada Anda saat sebelum. Saya tidak bisa menang untuk kalah!"Dia menghambur ke arah pintu dan dia panik. "Lucian, menunggu!"Dia berhenti tetapi tidak berbalik. Bahunya menghela perlahan-lahan dengan iritasi. Dia tidak dimaksudkan untuk mempermalukan dia.Suaranya berair dan terengah-engah. "Saya minta maaf. Aku tidak tahu mengapa aku begitu emosional hari ini. Aku hanya kewalahan. Anda harus memahami, sebelum hari ini, Natal hanya berarti ham bukan rebus di tempat penampungan dan cokelat panas untuk dessert bukan tanpa. Saya sudah pernah diberi hadiah sebelum aku bertemu denganmu dan terlalu memanjakan Anda di kali lebih daripada yang saya bisa memahami.""Aku akan mengirim mereka semua kembali." Dia terluka dan itu dia kesalahannya."Tidak, Lucian, Anda tidak perlu melakukan itu. Saya hanya ingin kau tahu, Semua hadiah di bawah sana tidak berarti sebagian kecil dari apa artinya ini bagi saya,"katanya sambil mengangkat catatannya cinta.His eyes narrowed. “Then why did you make me read them like that? You made me feel like—”“Because I can’t read them.”“What?”She stared up at him, so tall and powerful. His image shimmered behind the wall of tears covering her eyes. “I don’t know how to read.”It took a minute for her words to sink in. His expression softened and he blinked at her.“Evelyn . . .” he rasped. “I . . . I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”“I didn’t want you to know. I didn’t want you to think I was stupid.”He lowered himself to the floor. “I could never think that.” His hands gently turned her face and kissed her tear-streaked cheeks.A watery laugh bubbled from her. “Bet you believe me now when I tell you I wasn’t snooping at your desk the day we met.”He didn’t laugh. His strong arms wrapped around her and he rocked her. His warm lips pressed into her temple as he whispered over her skin, “I’ll teach you to read, Evelyn. I’ll teach you anything you’re interested in learning. I never want you to feel like you’re less because you can’t do something. Anything you want to learn, I’ll teach you. Even without those skills, you’re so much more than anyone else in this world.”He held her for a long while, there on the floor. She asked him to read the rest of the notes and he did. By the time they were heading back downstairs, hand in hand, to welcome his sisters, she was sure of four things. One, she’d finally learn to read. Two, Lucian loved her very much. Three, she loved him more. And four, this would end very badly and her heart would likely never beat right again.