LOST

Chapter 21. MY LIFE.

As your feelings for someone grow stronger so does your fear for losing someone.

He loved her more than he himself realised, it turned into something hauntingly beautiful.

~♥~

She stood in front of me like a shield, protecting me all this while. Wasn't it me, who vowed to protect her from every problem, Wasn't it me who wanted to cherish an eternity together with her?

Then why was this trail of blood written by her? Should she be hanging between life and death, shouldn't she be with me?

Shouldn't I have protected her but yet, she was my shield, again.

I chuckled lowly. What a tragedy life turned us into, Our parents were murdered by someone so close to us and we were treating him with so much respect and love.

Seeing her lying there in a pool of her own blood, shook me till inside. I can never forget these flashes, she is there because of me.

She is lying between life and death because of me, this thought itself strangled me from inside. She should be making sassy remarks or glare at me for flirting with her.

She should be bossing me around or threatening me, she should not lay there on a hospital bed.

A lump formed in my throat, I tried very hard controlling my tears.

I am helpless but I can't have my own breakdown when here everyone around me were sitting on the benches with a gloomy face, few were trying to act strong yet the fact was not hidden from anyone about how emotionally strong everyone is.

Nick and carter, who just reached Paris were sitting on the perspective benches, red eyed from trying to stop the tears. I felt bad for carter, he genuinely liked Diana and she just...

I sighed and bowed my head down.

Macey, she was pacing around with a panic expression, biting her lips in between to control her sobs. Nick did try to pacify her, but love of best friends is something non understandable.

She loves Alaia like her own sister, her being panic makes whole lot of sense and Maxwell had gone to bring coffee for all of us.

Isaac was sitting here with his head in his hands, I can't even think what this poor man must be feeling.

I saw his restlessness today, when that bastard tortured Alaia. He genuinely looked concerned for her.

And me, well I don't know what the hell was going on with me, it seems so wierd, as if it is a very bad dream and I just want to wake up from it.

I tried pinching myself several times but the pain was real. So all this happening was also real. I smiled sadly, yes...this is all real.

I felt a touch on my shoulder, I turned around and saw max looking at me concerned.

" Are you fine Ashton? " he asked, extending a cup of coffee to me.

I wanted to talk about it, I wanted to scream damn it! I wanted to yell at everyone, but all I could do was whisper.

" I am fine "

I declined his offer of the coffee and looked at the door for maybe the hundredth time of an hour. There she was, fighting for her life.

" She will be alright OK! She has to, after all we have to prick her for becoming such a superwoman and even Macey has to skin all of us alive after she gets fine " he gave a small smile and I chuckled.

She has to. After all too many things are left, some feelings are left unsaid, few secrets are yet to unravel. There are several things left.

I took a deep breath and sat on the metal bench. The cool metal touched my skin, making me shiver slightly at the contact.