"It Already Happened And Nothing Will Change..." Izach word's Pierced Celine's Heart, Was it Guilt that she felt? or was it a Feeling of Sympathy, As she wished that she could say a word or give him the comfort he needs. yet no word nor voice came out.
<....> Celine's Face Paled in Complexion, Even if she tried to look at him the guilt and the gaze of a person wishing for help stared down on her, She can Look away while the knowledge and trauma that this child experienced was no laughing matter, As she forced him reliving the Time of his truama, In this Certain scenario it would Drive a Man to Suicide. yet even if she tried to help him solve his trauma she was still playing a person's mind and denying Izach's personal feelings.
"Why are you like this? Where did your confidence Runoff to now?"
<....>
"Why Did you have to tell me about this," Izach Continued to speak as if his eyes were filled with indescribable pain while his heart was wrenching, he can Only bite his lower lip and clench his fist. as he Bottled his Emotion
<...>
"Why Can't you Speak?" Izach Questioned while he tried his best not to let his anger make the best of him.
<...>
Yet No Answer came... Only Silence was Clouded in this vast plane.
"Why are you not Looking At Me? Do you Really Think My Words can kill you? Do you Think my gaze can Harm you? Are you thinking 'Oh...Just Please Kill Me....' do you think I'm a Person who'll hurt you?"
<No,>
"Then What?!!! Did I break your Spirit??!!" Izach Stood up From the Chair he was Sitting on, And Slammed his Fist On the table that even made Celine Surprised.
"A-Ah I'm Sorry I didn't Control myself..." Izach looked away and scratch His Cheeks. as he took a deep breath and tried to calmed himself down. he slowly returned to his seat and gazed at the woman sitting in front of him.
<I'm Sorry>
"Is there anything I can do to Live?" Izach asked
<I Don't Know....>
"Anything..."
<I'm Sorry...>
Izach Sighed as He gazed at the empty skies. he knew that this sky is only a mere lie of the mind yet he can help but smile,
Did I really waste my life... Did I really have to live with myself knowing I've only had to accept my fate? Izach slumped his head down.
"how much time do I have left?" Izach Mumbled as he fumbled his fingers.
<...>
Celine Didn't answer yet again, Izach was Frustrated he knew he can't think straight at this dire time. yet he tried to open his mouth again as he tried to control the pain and anger bottled inside of him.
"Please...." Izach Plead as his gazed look at Celine who was still looking away and avoiding his gaze. yet as izach was looking at Celine. he felt that she was uncomfortable he felt like he was just throwing the blame.
-Please don't look at me.
-Leave Me Alone...
-Don't Judge Me...
-Stop Blaming Me...
-What Did I Do...
"Granny...." Izach Looked at her Fluttering black hair, He knew Even though if she was almost 500 or 600 years old no man can resist her beauty yet.
"I'm sorry I've been too harsh..."
Izach Can Only Apologize.
<...>
Yet no Answer came yet again, It was the Third time Izach was dismissed yet he knew better that he was also at fault.
"Guilt can be such a heavy word Does it?" Izach said as he Looked up at the skies and shrugged.
<...>
"*Sigh... I Feel Like I'm Talking to a Wall..." Izach took a glance at Celine who was still acting like a scaredy-cat. he can only chuckle at how such display of that a person who was supposedly a villain of this empire would cursed until her Death bed would be like this.
"Did You know Life is Too Unfair?"
<...>
"When you have everything you still feel like nothing, But if you have nothing you feel like wanting more... Don't you think life is like a Comedy"
<...>
"No matter how sad or happy you are, you still have the strength to laugh. No matter what life throws at you. yet you still have a way to make it fun?" A Grinned Formed at Izach's Face as he gazes his reflection on the cup of coffee.
"Did you Know Life is like how you blend a Coffee? how wuch we blend it to fit our taste a coffee. it still possesses its unique taste? Maybe No. Maybe Yes?"
<...>
"Then May I Ask something?" Izach looked at Celine.as Celine Only Nodded.
"How Do you Blend your Coffee?" As Izach took a glance at Celine, he took a sip of his coffee, As he gazes at the horizon
<...>
"Is it Sweet?" As Izach took a glance at Celine and titled his head.
<No> Celine answered for the first time.
"It's it Bitter?"
<No...>
"Then How Sweet or Bitter did you're life become?"
<Why are you asking me this kind of questions?> Celine stared at izach in complexion. yet the wariness and guilt she felt keeps stopping her. as she keeps rubbing her arms as if she's getting cold.
"Then you can ask me a question?" Izach grinned as he tilted his head and shrugged.
<W-What kind of q-question?> Celine Stuttered.
"Anything"
<A-Anything?>
"Yes Anything..." Izach Said lightly and sighed.
<Do you hate me?> Celine spoke as her eyes gazed at Izach. even though she was afraid she can't do anything. not for even a minute of looking at izach's eyes she would always look away or gazed at nothing. sometime she would just look down or tried to close her eyes.
"Hate you? No" Izach answered in a non-chalant matter as he shrugged.
<T-Then-> As Celine was About to speak, a finger was placed on Celine's lower lips. she didn't budge but due to the sudden action she was flustered and was stiffed.
<W-Wha-> Celine answered in a Flustered manner.
Yet the biggest Surprise for Celine was the young Man's Face drew Near she tried to avoid his gazed yet she can't. she felt dizzy she knew she didn't felt this kind of sensation for how many decades yet. a man like him made her heart skip a beat.yet that was not the only thing stopping celine from looking away. the young man right in Front of him gently held her chin as if he was preperaring something unexpected.
Da-Dammit I-I Hate! S-Stop P-Please Stop As Celine's Mind ran wild unable to think properly she can only close her eyes and wait while her heartbeats faster and faster by the second.
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A Portrait of a Witch
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