The Dark Side Of Love

Chapter Twelve

Sky was studded with dark clouds,
Rushing all over with big sounds,
Impeded danger of heavy down pour,
Adding of woes to already poor.

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Sometimes he wonder, he really does wonder what life would have been like if he would have taken a different way to reach where he was today. Would he be happy? Depressed? Sad? He doesn't know but If he was at least a little braver than he think he is, then maybe,  just maybe this is not where he will be today.

Standing at the door, feeling the coldness of the room while seeing that kid lying on the bed with tears long dried on his face. If he was really brave, he would've assumed those tears were for him. But seeing the reality, those tears were not something that will ever belong to him. He must've fought with his friend or that ridiculously charming man according to this kid, that Gulf hate. It could've been for something else too. But he was sure it was not for him.

The atmosphere was too heavy in the room. When he stepped inside, the cold air hit him in full force. The window was open, the fading moon still glowing it's soft light outside but fading quickly too. He slowly close the window before picking up the blanket that was by the look of it, thrown on the floor in anger.

That kid stirred a little as he tucked that body in the comforter. Those soft eyelashes creating a dark shadow as pink glow surround those puffy cheeks. The soft light from outside made that kid look like something that was not from this world.

And for a moment, Gulf  stood still. Admiring, looking, in silence. That kid was close. So close that he was sure he could touch him if he wanted to. But at the same time, he was far. Far from his world where everything is black and white. A world where this little one clearly doesn't belong.

This was the first time he was realizing this. This kid, this softly snoring kid with that messy hair was someone who was made of sunshine, meant to spread his light everywhere he goes.

Unlike him who can only exist in the dark. Where everything is blurry and not clear.

He looked at him for one last time before stepping out of that room. Johnathan's eyes met his instantly. His hands slowly closed the door before looking at Johnathan. This man must be waiting here for a long time. 

"Everything is ready Sir. I have prepared the Car. We can leave as soon as you want."

"Not us, John. Only I am going. You are staying here." Gulf sidestep him going forward to his room. He have to take something from there that will be needed if he was correct about what he will face today.

"Sir..please forgive me for opposing your idea, but let me come with you. This is dangerous, Sir."

That old man followed him into his room. Probably for the first time without for his permission. Gulf knew he was worried. But still, he needed him to stay here for another task.

"You are asking for forgiveness and that's the only reason I am allowing you to speak against me today, John. This kind of behavior won't be overseen in the future."

"Sir, please try to understand, This thing that you are going to do today is...is not an everyday task. These people....

"Are dangerous?" He finally found what he was looking for. Grabbing the black packet in his hand, his eyes found those concerned eyes again. "Do you not know who I am John, even after all these years?"

Johnathan's eyes were downcasted, lips pressed in a firm line. Totally disapproved of what Gulf was doing. This old man had a different way of showing his disapproval to him. His brows will always furrow together when he doesn't agree with something he was doing.