City of Love [Zaintsee]

Chapter 12

Dedicated to zsangzs

Saint just stood there, he did know what to do. It broke him completely inside and out when Zee left, he expected Zee to say at least one last goodbye. The tears started flowing and Saint did not care about all the others giving him weird and pitiful looks. Right on cue it started raining, Saint started walking in the rain he was gradually getting drenched, all the others who were running in all directions seeking shelter from the rain. People were either covering their heads with bags and jackets or they were clutching the luxury bags, books and laptops to themselves hoping for it to not get wet.

Saint just kept walking like a lifeless person all he could think was, why the hell was it raining in summer and he scoffed at himself when he thought how cliche rom-com breakup scene this was and again started to cry along for reasons he did not know himself, he wanted to try as much as possible with Zee because of all the unnatural coincidences he was prepared to not be heartbroken if something doesn't work out, despite all that he still ended up in a pitiful state like this. Although the tears were camouflaged with the rain, it didn't stop the people around to look at him with sad looks.

Saint reached home, he was completely drenched, he had been walking the whole while, he entered, the water kept dripping throughout the corridor leading to the drawing-room when he entered the brightly lit room which was warmer compared to the temperature outside he stood on the spot when he noticed his mother sitting on the couch facing the fireplace on the other side.

"Mom" he let out in a small cracked voice

"Saint?" Amy looked in the direction of the voice, she gasped in shock when she looked at her son's state.

"Mom" Saint broke down completely, he was sobbing and crying out loud, he was having a hard time breathing, his knees gave out and he fell on the floor, the water dripping from his clothes pooled around him.

"Oh my baby, what happened?" Amy ran to Saint and held his shoulders

"It's over mom, he is gone, I will never find love in this life, I am always going to be alone... Mom" he wailed and cried while looking at the floor.

Amy pulled him into a tight embrace, she couldn't handle looking at her son in this state, she started crying as well. She did not know how to console her baby boy, "Saint, it's all going to be alright son" she said after choosing her words carefully. Saint stayed in his mother's warm embrace and cried his heart out until he collapsed in his mother's arms.

Saint was burning up, Amy wasn't sure what she should do with her unconscious son. She just yelled "Flora... Help" within seconds the house help who has been residing in the same house as theirs came running.

"Madame, what happened," Flora asked while coming to the drawing-room and she just gasped when she saw both Saint and Amy on the floor

"Help me put him on the couch" Amy yelled.

Flora and Amy both carried the wet and unconscious Saint by his hands over both of their shoulders and helped lay on the leather couch.

"Get some towels please" Amy cried

Flora ran and came back with some towels meanwhile Amy was trying to calm down and pull herself back together. When Flora came she grabbed the towels from her hand and first wiped Saint's face, she lightly tapped on his face to wake him up. "Saint... Saint, wake up son, don't scare mom like this, wake up please"

Saint slowly opened his eyes, but it looked drowsy, Flora went to the kitchen and brought a glass of water back. Amy helped Saint sit up and then took the glass from Flora's hand and helped Saint drink it. Saint drank it and just looked at the floor.

"What happened Saint? Why were you crying? You should have waited until the rain stopped and then come home, you shouldn't have gotten wet like this" Amy kept rambling while her towel-dried Saint's hair. "Your burning Saint, you need to change into dry clothes first"

Amy tried to help Saint up to his room but before she could do that Saint got up and without saying anything he made his way upstairs shaking his mother's hold on his arm which only left Amy dumbfounded with his behavior.

Saint entered his room, he headed towards the bathroom and saw his reflection on the mirror again, his eyes were red, he was drenched from head to toe, his face had started looking pale, he guessed that he was getting sick and he stepped under the shower. He stripped his wet clothes and started wailing again, he sat on the floor, held his knees close to his chest and cried his heart out.

After the warm shower he came out and changed his clothes, he laid on his bed and right on cue Amy entered the room with some food and medicine. She did not say anything, she just fed Saint silently and he was silent the whole while as well. She checked his temperature, which she already knew would show that Saint is having a high fever, she handed him some tablets and urged him to take the medicine silently.

A week later, Saint got well but he never left his room, he didn't practice cello nor did he go out to play on the streets. He refused to pick any calls regarding work offers, either Flora or his mother would show up from time to time with food, Saint was depressed, he cried most of the time he didn't do anything, he ate and slept well and that's what made Amy and Flora relax in peace. Today Amy entered Saint's room with a tray of food like she always does, not once in this whole week did Saint attempt to start a conversation nor reply to any questions put forth to him. Any finally decided that she was going to talk to Saint and she was going to try and help Saint become better.

"Saint..."

Saint didn't reply, he was under the sheets as usual

"Listen Saint, it's been a week now, please tell me what happened, I'm worried just please talk to me"

Saint sat up and faced Amy but he did not say anything.

"Did you lose something?" Amy asked

Saint looked into her eyes and started crying again, he hugged her and cried more.

"I am sorry I made you worry mom"

"Oh honey that's alright, please don't cry"

"I did lose something"

"What is it?"

Saint cried more

"Saint you need to talk to me"

"It's someone, I found someone, I thought he was my soulmate, and he is going to be my true Love... But... But, he never saw me as anything at all, I was the one who had a crush on him and wanted to look for him, but so many things happened, I thought I would make him fall in love with me if we were closer, but suddenly he left, he just left mom if he had nothing to do with me, it hurts mom, it pains, I can't handle it anymore, I really need him mom"

"Saint, I understand that you have been heartbroken by someone, but don't you think it's time for you to move on? You do nothing except eat and sleep these few days, you have even stopped playing the cello... I want you to be happy Saint, always, it broke me in two when I saw it in that state the other day. Please honey don't make me worry about you, get out, start practicing and try to find a distraction... It's not the end of the world" Amy tried her best to talk to her son and it looked like it was working.

Saint thought about it for a second and said "I am sorry mom, I don't know why I am letting myself get affected by this, I knew I had unrealistic expectations, I was already prepared for the worst, but I never knew it would hurt me so much and in turn make you worried too, I am sorry mom. I ... I will try and get over it" 

[A/N] I'm sorry for doing this ☹