Breaking The Walls

Chapter 24

"Whether we fall by ambition, blood, or lust

Like diamonds, we are cut with our own dust"

- John Webster

Indigo/ Nyx

Sometimes silence can speak louder than words. When you are in silence, in complete deathly silence, you feel like you are in a cage. You are a Beast that needs freedom. You're banging on the bars like a madman, wanting to get an answer. And your answer is silence. All the questions that I asked Daniel remained locked in this cage, with no hope that he would voluntarily answer them. Will release them. When I left the kitchen, leaving Daniel alone, I heard an itchy pain clawing at my soul. With this unbearable pain and unclear mind, my heart squeezed, and my eyes filled with tears. I really wanted to give him a chance, I really fell madly and recklessly in love with him. I do not know when it happened, or how it happened, the only thing I knew was that it hurt very much. Alistair was right, love hurts. His father's love for my mother was ruinous, it caused pain, physical, and eternal. I didn't want history to repeat itself, so I left without looking back. And even though I gave Daniel time to think, I knew he wouldn't come to me with answers to my questions.

Zella texted me that Daniel was at her place and checked if I spent the whole day with her. I did not know how he could think that I, after a night with him. The night that meant more to me than I could have imagined, the night I gave him a part of me would be the fatal point for me.

I was in my room waiting for the time. Daniel and I didn't talk all week, the silent morning slowly turned into a dark, quiet evening. And as if to repeat, day after day, Daniel and I spent side-by-side, looking at each other and waiting for which of us would give up. Spoiler alert, we were too stubborn, no one had let go of their walls.

I've already loaded all my stuff into the car. The fact that we didn't talk played well for me, so I could safely leave. Besides, Daniel wasn't home anyway. In the morning he drank coffee and left the house, without coming back. I could only guess where he spent his time.

A couple of minutes later, I got into my car and headed to the airport. My flight was supposed to take place at 6 pm, I had three hours left to prepare and fly safely to Canada. On the way, I began to worry that my absence would not go unnoticed. But there was nothing I could do, time passed, and Daniel was silent. Maybe if he had spoken, then I would have told him that I was leaving. I got to the airport very quickly and waited. I was glad that I arrived earlier than required because as it turned out, the flight was postponed to four o'clock in the afternoon. I barely managed to pass the passport and suitcase check. The airport was surprisingly not so full of people. Mostly there were officers here, and a couple more people. I put it all down to the fact that the passengers had already boarded the plane. But when I went up to the flight attendant, my intuition told me that something was wrong here. And I was right. There was only one person on the plane that I didn't expect to see. It was Daniel, of course. He was sitting with his legs wide apart. His white polo fit, his beautiful gorgeous muscular body. And black trousers made his legs longer. He was damn handsome. He was a model of appearance, artists could paint portraits inspired simply by his cheekbones. And with eyes as dark as an endless, deep, cold night.

"What are you doing here?" It was difficult to hide the irritation from my voice.

Daniel just grinned his cocky grin.

"What are you doing here? Are you flying somewhere?" His question sounded more like a mockery. My gut told me that he knew perfectly well where I was going. I walked over to him and sat down next to him, breathing heavily and not believing what was happening.

"The same as you. I'm flying. That is the purpose of an airplane, isn't it?"

"For what purpose are we flying? And where?" Daniel looked straight into my eyes, not hiding his mischief.