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Chapter 28

I heard Aiden's voice over the disarray which I inducing but I didn't stop. Pillows were flung, jabbed, and feathers spread all over the floor, However, Disdain, resentment, fear, incredulity all these emotions were still intertwining inside my head like branches of the trees.

Hatred is all that is left.

My mind shattered and the rest of me followed the suit.

My knees were scraped, the aftermath of falling on a hard surface, and the room was strewn with miscellany, except for pillows nothing was damaged but dispersed around.

" Emerald stop! You will hurt yourself," Aiden's deep voice again entered my ears followed by a vice grip on my shoulder. He stopped me before my hand could reach the vase on the table.

But I am already hurt.

The man, Maverick, had tarnished a vulnerable part of me. He was the reason I had to abandon my mother. A mere thought about him sends a chills to my bones. A recollection of the past spurted in front of my eyes and was commemorated by repulsiveness.

"Leave," I said, the faintness of the voice was pitiable and dire. With moisture glazed face, I reclined on the bed. No, not one more individual would witness my vulnerability, frailty wasn't for a person like me. Aiden so far had accumulated the majority of my vicinity, and I cannot admit him any further.

His gaze fastened with mine, his vacant exterior was erupting the cold fire, and there was a discreet twitch near his left eye.

"I will, but will your thoughts stop troubling you? you can't run away, the more you run the more they will hunt you. It's a never-ending cycle. I know this relates to what happened a few days ago at the fair. You reacted the same way." He strode towards me with the determination and intent of unraveling the ambivalence. He kneeled in front of me and took my hand into his rough palm and held it, without breaking eye contact.

His words compelled me to ponder on the subject. I realized at that moment, that instead of confronting my fear I was running away from them. I should have damaged the root of fear but I was just trimming it and the more I trimmed the more it flourished.

"It's not easy," I whispered, he squeezed my hand in assurance.

"Is ever anything easy?" He asked, making my lip twitch in a sad smile.

Why he is always there for me?

" Aren't you tired of helping me again and again?" His ruggedly handsome face was so soft just like his touch.

" Are you tired of running?" He questioned upon the question. It's been a long time since I am running from everything and with each obstruct, I passed the more it was difficult to regulate.

" I am."

His eyes bored into mine.

"Then stop running, let it out. Set yourself free," my eyes widened at his demand, was he insinuating to cascade my secrets to him? My hand, in an instant, withdrawn from his clasp.

I can't.

Once the chapter unravels the grief will be too much to withstand. I won't be able to survive this.

" I can't," I shook my head in denial. His face contoured into a thoughtful expression and then he gradually exhaled.

"You can, sometimes taking a risk could be favorable. Just try one time, if you can't then I won't bother you anymore," my incredulous eyes gazed at his certain stare.

My heart tugged.

After every obstruct I had gone through, the least I can do was to honor myself with a chance. I avoided looking at his intense eyes, the intensity was making me shudder. After a while, my lips began to form some words, though no sound proceeded from them.