God of Temptation

Chapter 41

~Ariella~ 

For thirteen agonizing days, I've been drowning in a sea of heartbreak and self-pity. Thirteen days since Remi crushed my soul when he told me 'I don't want you, I don't want to do anything with you', right after I poured my entire heart to him. After, I had the most magical kiss of my life. And for thirty endless days, I've confined myself to the suffocating confines of my house, barricaded within the solitude of my own room.

With each passing day, the pain festers within me like cancer, refusing to loosen its grip on my weary soul. It's been thirteen days of relentless agony, thirteen days of ceaseless torment that gnaws at my very being.

And yet, amidst the torment, there's a bitter irony that taunts me—the realization that the one thing I've ever truly wanted, the one person who could light up my world and ease the burden of existence, remains forever beyond my reach.

With trembling hands, I wipe away the tears that refuse to stop falling, a constant reminder of the wounds that refuse to heal. Remi, the man who has been both the architect of my pain and the healer of my scars, continues to haunt my every waking moment.

But even as I mourn the shattered pieces of my heart, I can't help but admit the twisted truth—that Remi, despite being the source of my suffering, has also been the one to mend it time and time again. It's a cruel paradox, a contradiction that I can't seem to escape, a reminder that love, even in its darkest moments, holds the power to both destroy and redeem.

As my stomach emits a low, hollow growl of hunger, I'm reminded of the toll this heartbreak has taken on my physical well-being. Despite the lack of appetite and the persistent ache in my chest, I force myself to take each reluctant bite, swallowing down the sustenance my body so desperately needs.

In the midst of my despair, I find solace in the care and concern of my parents, who continue to stand by my side even as I grapple with the wreckage of my shattered heart. Their unwavering support serves as a lifeline, a reminder that even in my darkest moments, I am not alone.

Though Remi may no longer be a part of my life, I cling to the faint glimmer of hope that remains—that I owe it to myself, and perhaps even to him, to prioritize my own well-being. For even in the absence of love, there is still the enduring bond of family, who stand ready to lift me up when I am unable to stand on my own.

So, I eat, not just for myself, but for Remi, for my parents, and for the promise of a brighter tomorrow, where the wounds of the past may finally begin to heal.

As the knock reverberates through the silence of my room, I hesitate, hoping whoever stands on the other side will take the hint and leave me to my solitude. But when the knock persists, I resign myself to the inevitable intrusion.

"You can come in," I mutter, my voice barely above a whisper.

The door creaks open, and I shield my eyes from the sudden onslaught of light that floods into the dimness of my room. A sharp pang of pain shoots through my skull as the brightness stabs at my sensitive eyes, and I wince, pressing a hand against my temples.

"Oh my god, I can't see shit in here," A groan, her words tinged with frustration and discomfort.

As my vision adjusts to the light, I recognize the figure standing in the doorway—Aunt Teal. Confusion swirls within me, mingling with the dull ache of resignation. What is she doing here?

As Aunt Teal steps aside, revealing my mother standing at the doorway, a wave of guilt washes over me like a torrential downpour. I see the worry etched into her features, the lines of concern creasing her brow, and my heart sinks with the weight of my own perceived failures.