Chapter 17

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Trigger warning :  Talks about Covid and its related trauma. 



POV Grace 

Year 2020


The world is under the grip of Covid. We were all home in different states miles away from each other.  Scattered and all alone. No touch with my friends and the life I had down South. My life came to a halt. 

No financial Support. No experience. No Career. Being cooped up in a small dingy house without freedom without sunlight, I am suffocating. 

I have cut my confidence off. I live in fear of losing people I love. I feel I am not be able to ever tell how much someone means to me. 

I see people suffering around me. I see death but I feel desperation. Like moments before your are choked down by water before drowning. I want to change so many things in my life. I want to for once breathe. 

I want to scream. I want to cry. 

More than anything I want all of this to end. 

"Grace? You know it will be okay. I am here. The demons in your head is not stronger than you, Grace."

"I know, Saint"

It is almost sunrise. Saint is beside me, he made a surprise visit flying to a small hilly town 2000 kms away from the city. I don't know how to feel and I feel overwhelmed with joy and happiness. 

I see the first rays of Sunlight gently kiss Saint's cheeks. I see his eyes glistening. 

" I love you" I blurt out. 

" the rising sun and the snowy mountains are witness." I say as I kneel before him

"Oh My god, Get up Grace! What are you doing!!!"  he panics.  this was the worst decision. Saint is such a stupid person. I should have never said anything. God! Help me  from this embarrassment.  I cannot. I cannot. Should i just jump off the roof?  AHhhhhhh.  

Suddenly, I am pulled closer .

oh no! oh no!

 He kissed me. Oh

I see a ray of hope in my life. It's you Saint. It's you. 


A/N

Conscience : ***smooch smooch***

Saint and Grace: Shut up !

Cute Cute Cute 



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