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Chapter 22

The tent blended in with the rocks of the mountain, its hue a casual green-grey. It was a summer tent for sure, built of a fine mesh that still allowed for stargazing by night. Large pyramid-shaped, the tent melded in the gravel of the mountain, its hue was a rare green-grey. Candles and lanterns besieged the entire parameters in front of the tent, concocting to glow. A paradise on the earth.

"Don't take me inside," I said, halting Aiden in his tracks. Who would choose to be a jailbird when there is a glorious sky waiting to be explored?

There was a blanket spread on the space in front of the tent and there was no doubt that I had found my place to rest for the very night.

"There. I want to sit there." I peeped at Aiden through the gap between my lashes, his face was not cold but also not soft. Silently, He walked to the blanket and softly placed me on it, and receded inside the tent.

Perhaps he doesn't want to spend time with me.

Now, with the absence of Aiden's embrace, the bitter wind felt utmost harsher and colder. My visions were ambiguous and so was my mind. Whatever was mixed into my drink was highly affecting me. A swirl of air passed, tickling my skin and giving rise to a shiver. I retained the lantern which was not distant from me and settled it near me, thus some fraction of warmth it could be procured to restrain the chattering of my teeth.

Indulged in struggling with my whirling sense and bitter currents, I suddenly felt a soft velvet fabric wrapped around me. My gaze fastened with the individual, who did this good deed, Aiden.

I acknowledged that it was a jacket that is wrapped around me, and it wasn't any jacket, it was his jacket. Smelt like him, sweet and sylvan, felt like him, hard and soft.

" Take this, it will help you to sober up," Aiden handed me a bottle of water. I greedily drank it to appease my parched throat. As I was drinking water, Aiden sat next to me.

" Thank you," I said, he threw glanced at me and then stare in front. His verdant eyes shone mysteriously in the warm glow of lanterns.

A soothing silence fell between us.

" Why it's always your fists converse, sometimes allow the mouth to make an effort," I said, breaking the serenity. He invariably beholds violence as the answer, heftier and apparent example was very moments heretofore, when he beat Holden.

" Ever heard, action speaks louder than words?" He eventually glanced at me, and his intense gaze made my heart throb.

" Not in all the circumstances." Regardless of drinking water, my mind was still overcast.

As foresaw no retorts were bestowed by him.

Unexpectedly, a chortle let out of my mouth and more followed behind. Why was I laughing? Well, the explanation was mysterious to me as well. Aiden's proficient orifices eyed me with appraisement. Immediately chortles altered into a whimper, and my eyes were prickling with tears.

Emotions are a means to perceive and feel something. Being inebriated spirit my senses were tinkering with my emotion. Every joy and every pain that I ever felt, has lapsed on one another and its influence was to surge the havoc of my emotions.

Aiden never averted his eyes as I ceaselessly weep and laugh hysterically. A ripple of emotion passed with alleviating. He was waiting, waiting for me to reach the tranquility stage. He was not only blessed intellectually but also with understanding the profundity of situations and catastrophes. He learned the art of speculating the right words at right time, and silence is mightier than words.

" I think I am emotional when I was intoxicated," I drawled out.

" That you are," he sighs, perhaps my intoxicated mind was influencing my vision because I saw the edges of his lips curled into a soft smile. And if it was an illusion then it was a beautiful illusion.