𝑰𝒇 𝑰 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏.
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"Why do you avoid meeting my eyes?" His voice came out as an inaudible whisper, hi...
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“ You are summer to my winter heart ”
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As her eyes traveled down, the abyss of darkness grew, the shine faded.
The allure of her dark eyes swirl, replacing the confidence with fear.
As the two hands crawled down, her throat swallowed as she gulped hard, the sheen later of transparent liquid covered the outer layer of her eyes, filling them up.
The hand crawled up, she stepped back. Her fingers shivering, pulse rate increased, heart beat ran at abnormal speed.
"I won't hurt you"
She gulped, plastering her body on the wall, keeping her legs close and hands over her chest, as if those delicate methods will help her in saving.
As the hands crawled to her side, gliding those delicate fingers around her ankles, the filled up tears slipped, gliding down on the cheeks effortlessly and she screamed.
Her body jerked up and the goosebumps arose covering her skin. Her lips parted as she sucked a deep breath syncing them with the movement of her breast as they were rising up and down. Her fingers tightly grabbed the fabric of a messed up cotton bedsheet while her toes intertwined.
Mishka shut her eyes closed, giving too much pressure over her eyelids. She gulped, fading the heaviness on her throat.
Cracking her toes and fingers, she relaxed her body, leaving the gripped bedsheet, closing her lips then opening her eyes. As the lashes removed the veil, the brightness consumed her. The first ray of morning gave a peek-a-boo from the window, slitting the white curtains that were dancing with the rhythm of the breeze.
Her hands crawled up, reaching her face, gilding the sticking hairs behind the ears. She got down off the bed, her feet took her to the window, that was highly demanding to get open, she fulfilled the demand.
As the white wooden window unveiled the curtains, the mother earth engulfed her, in her warm embrace as if telling her that she is fine, no demons are lurking around her. The warm, early, shining and beautiful rays of sun ensure that she is no longer fighting in the dark, alone and scared. The beautiful, melodic chirping voice of birds cooed, helping her to vanish those deep, husky and faint voices of the nightmare.
Nature is pure, humans ruined them.
Mishka slid her both palms on the length of the window panel, the smooth wooden texture helped the rhythm of her palm. Her eyelashes curled down as her chapped dry lips parted, she felt something twisting between her lungs, something abnormal, something familiar yet unwanted.
