Worshiper Of His Existence

Chapter # 18

There was an invisible distance between which was impossible to eliminate. I can't hold my hand to him because he was never present or maybe too far that I could never hold him.

'I wish I could know after offering my very soul to him, what stole him away from me.'

We were at a random party, The strongest, firmest couple based upon unbreakable foundations- That's what people believe we are unsure we are nothing but a fragile string too close to be broken.

"Hey." De Villiers came, offering me a glass of martini.

"For you." He smiled.

"Thank you." I took the drink and my eyes fell upon Nathaniel whose eyes were fixed upon me while a girl was flirting with him openly, touching his chest.

My grip tightened on my glass, causing a crack to appear on it. When De Villiers saw it, he asked hesitantly, "Are you okay, Zariah?" How dare she touch my man?

I could barely hold my posture and the smirk on his face, tyrannized me.

"Zariah?" De Villiers snapped his finger, dragging me out from my thoughts, "Huh?"

"Leave him, he got loose screws. Apart from work, he never cares about his actions... even if they hurt someone." He added this part deliberately to judge my reaction but smiling emptily, I turned to him.

"Shells of emptiness are not bothered by such meaningless things." Avoiding his talks, I took a sip and noticed the glass was about to break so I put it down.

"Is that what you call your marriage? A shell of emptiness?" He asked teasingly but my smirk grew wider, darker, whispering.

"I was talking about my nature."

He chuckled after hearing my response, "I guess they are right when they say your shadow holds your reality." His mocking sting my heart but that's who I am.

"That's why it was proclaimed as one's best friend." I hummed, turning fully to Nathaniel who approached us with steady steps, putting his one hand across from me on the counter, savoring my envy.

"What's with that look, sweetheart? Did it hurt you?" 'It did. A lot. '

Swallowing hard, a sorrowful smile came to my lips, whispering, "I would have been hurt if I had expectations from you, Nathaniel." He was not pleased by my reply, it enraged him. His smirk ripped from his lips.

"Oh right, dolls are not supposed to have such emotions." He let out an empty chuckle, lowering his head with his husky laugh which abruptly faded, slamming his other hand on the counter, startling me.

"Boss-" Nathaniel cut off De Villiers, glaring at me.

"You are a cluster of deceptive images. Do you know what you truly are?" He asked, leaning closer to my ears, speaking his melancholic words temptingly.

"You are 'those' eyes; ripped from life." Whispering of an old lost forgotten memory, he slammed his hand and left furiously with De Villiers following him to cool his rage.

With my quivering lips, I lowered my head. I wish I could tell you about the weight on my chest.

That your words that day gave me life.

"Because your smile provides me solace."

Pushing my hair behind, I went to the restroom to ease my mind and ignore his words, pretending nothing happened.

I don't understand how beautifully you break my heart, Nathaniel without even knowing it.

Refreshing my heart with a long exhalation, I leaned on the wall, putting my hand on my chest.