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Chapter 25

That man should not reach me, ever.

Rigorously locking the door, my back slid on the door, violently. My entire body trembled and my lungs were restricted to procure air. I was not only mentally feeling fragile but also physically. The mere caressing of a feather could have broken me into pieces.

A flicker of recollection flashes in front of my vision, again. More tears run down my face. I speculated that being away from my home could quell my past. But as it was said, history could never be consigned to the grave, it will come back stronger to torment you. History was never meant to teach us a lesson that we should not repeat the same mistake but as reminder that we have to pay the hefty price for our past mistakes.

Knock.

Knock.

My body stiffened, hearing the knocking on the door, perspiration glazed on my forehead, and my heart rate accelerated.

Did the man follow me here?

Knock.

Knock.

"Emerald, open the door," Aiden let out from another side of the door. Hearing his deep and soothing voice brought tranquility inside me for a moment but soon realized that I had to be extremely careful, it was not time to allow my wall to crumble. I remained stiff as a rock, not endeavoring to communicate with Aiden.

Knock.

Knock.

"Emerald, please let me in," for the first time I heard the desperation in Aiden's voice. But even that desperation didn't melt the wax of security that I sheathed around myself.

" Emerald, I have keys and I am coming in," after numerous times begging for co-operation, he ultimately decided to go with the conclusive resort he had left. I remember once him informing me about having keys to this room. Still, no response drifted from my mouth. My brain was somnolent and my heart hiding from fear.

I heard the key twisted in the lock and a light tug of wood on the back, an indication that the door was opening. Slightly I shifted, ample for him to enter inside. Amid fear, it was neglected that the room was devoid of light, the only light that was illuminating was from the lamp which was placed near Grace's bed and such a scanty portion of light was emitted through these means, that it was difficult to see anything.

"Emerald," he softly called my name as he stepped inside. I glanced at his silhouette in the dark standing above me, he deliberately took a step closer to me and crouched down.

"Emerald," he reiterated my name in the softest whisper that felt like the caress of soft clouds. He was ensuing to be upmost gentle reckoning that a modicum of harshness would petrify me, and it was true. I wasn't inclined to confront the heartlessness of this cruel world for this very night, I would permit myself to hide in the alcove and dwell on the misery and fear that would drizzle over me.

" Talk to me," Aiden scurried me out from my grave thoughts. Amid a profound stillness, I faintly began.

" I am afraid," my dull blue eyes fastened with his rich dark gaze. He deciphered despondency inside me. He delicately wrapped his fingers around my hand, fervorous arouses on cold my skin.

" You don't need to be afraid, I am here," he assured with the utmost tenderness. I believe him without a solitary qualm, he would protect me from perils but what I doubt was my luck, which time and again makes me stand on the place where my only confederate was misery. Aiden would protect me now but what about the future? I would be solitary to dispute my fears.

I am afraid.

In this feeble state, I was in miserable need of solace, so forthwith, I wrapped my hand around Aiden and pressed my face against his chest. For a juncture, he stiffened, perhaps he wasn't foreseeing the action delivered by me but then he wrapped his protracted arms around me. I felt I was in the safest and warmest place on the earth. I started crying, soaking his shirt, the heaviness within me began to light the more I cry, so I cry like there is no tomorrow. After sometimes my sobs stop and barely pulling my head, I peered up at him.

"I am sorry, you have to see this crying girl but I am afraid and I need you," I whispered with a thick voice. He cupped my face.

" Just like I said, I am here and you don't need to be afraid." He repeated his word with profound steadfastness. He didn't raise a question about, what or why I was afraid of nor did he ask about the man. He was patient and gentle.

That night, I learned an additional fact about Aiden too, he was a very patient individual, he never enquires rather he allows things to unfold themselves without persistence and this specific characteristic of him propelled people to untie the knot and allow him to enter their vicinity without any obscurity. He didn't enquire regarding the subject, the reason behind my sudden insanity, and the mysterious man. If our place been interchanged, then perhaps my curiosity had gained a victory.

Patience was expectant from Aiden but not gentility. I had certainly witnessed several moments of vulnerability and softness with him but what presently, I have witnessed was not a vulnerability nor a softness it was pure compassion.

Slowly my lips enveloped his, he gave me the respect of an equal, cradled me, and cherished my lips. This kiss felt like a choir; it was a rhythm that sings in infinite patterns. our kiss was like a hymn, the fierce the passion, the sweeter the song.

Last night I was intoxicated when I kissed him but presently, sobriety was the solemn notion, I am sober and he was sober, and we were kissing. His soft lips moved with skill, but what an amazing facet was, each kiss I share with Aiden, my dexterity was polishing. He was the teacher and I was the prominent learner. With each kiss, there was something new to learn, like now, when I suck on his lower lip, he moans, in delight.

My fingers wrapped around his soft brown curls, our body was welded to each other and the sparks were blazing.

An eternity later, we parted away, to catch our breath, but just as I inhaled a decent amount of air, Aiden's mouth collided with mine, and the air was not needed anymore to me, it was him, I needed. We were kissing in the dark with passion, I no longer felt afraid, all my fears, he was destroying with a weapon called his soft lips. It was his way of saying, Emerald, you don't need to be afraid, I will protect you from whoever the fuck he is.

" Why do you always help me? " I softly whispered, against his lips. He slightly pulled his face and broke the kiss.

" Honestly, I don't know. Somehow, I am always present when you are in trouble," he said, gently. I was so pleased that he was here tonight because if not, I would have possibly been insane with my thoughts and fears.

" Thank you for not asking me any questions," his green eyes shone like a diamond, compelling me to lose in its shine and overlook every unfair circumstance that had ever happened to me. His lips twitched and a flood of butterflies erupted in my stomach.

" You need to sleep." he asserted, my hands were still clasping his shirt and his arms still wrapped around me. Sleep, this very day wouldn't serve as withdrawal from atrocity but would make me hostage in the vortex of terrors.

" I don't want to sleep," my voice was low, his fierce eyes comprehended what was going inside my head. He pushed the strand of hair from my face behind my ear.

" You need to sleep, you are exhausted, sleep will help you to feel fine." For moments I didn't respond to him, just keep gazing into his beautiful hues of green.

" Will you stay with me tonight?" I implored, that I need comfort and security and he was the only one who was capable of rendering both. Again, I was sober and asking him to do things that might be incorrect yet it felt favorable.

A silence fell and it was never broken because he pulled me upward along with him and carried me to my side room and placed me on the bed and reclined on bed next to me.

A smile graced my face.

He sat the entire night, even in my slumber I know he was there because the warmness and feeling of security didn't leave me for a moment. 

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