Soul Ties

Chapter 55 [ he who dwells... ]

Psalm 91:1

He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High
will abide in the shadow of the Almighty.

Trigger warning: Graphic Content

Roman
-------
Word Count: 4203

I step down the dark hallway, my feet making heavy creaks onto the wet bleak concrete. The hall seems never ending as i take more steps through.

My heart beats harder than it ever has before as i come closer to the bit of dull light i can finally see at the end of the hall.

My body shivers when i hear a feminine scream from far away. The echo of it bouncing down the walls until it bitterly reaches my ears,

"Roman!" It yelps out again, making me stop in my place, I bite down on my tongue hearing it again.

"Roman!" I run all the way down to the end of the hallway chasing the sound of the familiar screams, the closer i get to it the more whines i hear.

The sound of a thud battles strongly in my ears with the crack of it taking over the room twice. My heart beat races twice as strong as before,

"Roman please-" she whimpers, crying miserably losing her tone. I finally make it to the end of the hallway where i see a light, i peak around the corner my hand on my stomach when i see ziana being stabbed at her sides viciously,

"Roman!" She yelps out one loud time before i whip my body straight up on my bed. My breathing catches in itself, I wipe the sweat off of my face but my hands are just as sweaty.

I pant without break looking around my room and making sure it really was just a nightmare . My heart begins to calm itself down as i slam my body back down on the bed bringing my hand to my forehead,

"My Ziana... i need to know you're safe." I say in a long breath trying to close my eyes but the nightmare only keeps me wide awake. Its for her own safety, every time i want to get closer to her something like this makes me want to stay as far away as possible.

I can't sleep anymore, i lean over my bed grudgingly hunching over my own body before i stand up. My back cracks on my way up and my steps are dragged out my feet swipe across the floor not bothering to pick themselves up.

When i open my door, I'm cursed by the bitter silence that used to threaten me in this same house before i met Ziana which returns with bitter vengeance.

For a week and counting its been like this. Torturing silence, I dare to open ziana's Plant room. I've been keeping them safe and watered in case she decides to come back for them one day or maybe it's because its the last thing that reminds me of her.

I look into the room that use to be full of life and colour, the dark cloudy sky taking its place, making me realise that she was the life for this room.

I lean against the doorframe, one hand on the doorknob. My eyes gaze all around it, seeing some of the paintings she did, how talented she is. I can't even bare to look into her bedroom. There's way too much in there for me to see. I have kept that door closed ever since she left and I don't plan on ever opening it again.

Every now and then i can smell her strong coconut scent when i pass by it and that's enough to make me want to never leave this spot.