The light in my darkness ✅

🌕 CHAPTER 43🌑

Caroline's point of view

Have you ever had something precious in your grasp and it fell and you feel as if a part of you fell with it? It could be anything; your phone, your laptop, or even a delicious piece of meat. You knew when that drop, there was a high chance it would be damaged.

That was how I felt when Talat delivered that sentence. A heavy feeling came over me, and I almost cried.

I bandaged his fist and remained silent. I have no idea how my face looks since am the most not caring yet softest person you could ever meet. My personality is somewhere near his ; all thanks to my life and Pauline and here I was talking about his.

"Say something," his voice came out low. His index finger lift my chin to look up at him and I gently remove his hand.

I moved from him and replace the Aid's kit, without sparing him another glance I walk out into the bedroom.

So this is my life? Everybody just come and leave?

Where did I even get that sentence from? No one ever leaves me before

Except my mom

It's not like he's going to go there and die

You don't know that, a tiny voice at the back of my head said.

I felt his arms around my waist and his face in my neck. He inhales my scent and removes his head to kiss me on my shoulder. Just one peck through the material and I felt everything. I felt cared for as if we are having a moment, nothing sexual, just that moment; that moment when you took up whatever item had fallen and you felt so scared to look, thinking; maybe it has broken or cracked.

"Why are you leaving?"

"I've never murdered anyone but I've done shit that makes people wish they were dead."

Now that's when you get the feeling; when you finally look at the item to see cracks all over.

Oh my god

I turned around and looked at him. He now wears a towel around his waist. I cleared my throat and met his eyes.

"Like?"

"Be careful what you asked for, Caroline, you might regret."

"There is nothing am going to regret at least -"
I stepped out of his arm and sat on the bed.
"I've tortured men, hundreds of them infact."

My eyes widen a bit.

"And?"

"I played a game with them, they could either die by loosing hope or they could escape with faith. I tortured them without a blink of pity."

"You are sicker than sick. Sorry, just first comment."

"That was years ago. Am not a murderer, I just let death happened. Big difference."

"You are sick Talat."

"You think so? I fed a man with his ears once."

I gagged and shut my eyes tight at my stomach reflux.

"He was a rapist so I had no problem turning him into a cannibal."

"Oh God. You look proud of these things."

"Yes I am, but that was years ago. Somehow Juliet got her long ass eyes or searching whatever to figure it out. She has my life in her hands. All I need to do is to go to Afghanistan, complete some unfinish business and get back."

"But you can't just leave me Talat," fuck it, I miss him already, am so pathetic. I shouldn't want myself to do anything with him, but I can't help it. Am not the one he tortured. He knows why he did it. Everyone have their reasons for everything.