—✦ • author’s pov :
Back then, Ahvisha stood there, looking into those teal eyes, eyes full of emotion.
Now, the same Ahvisha sat there, looking into those same teal eyes, but this time, they showed no emotion at all.
Back then, Ahvisha felt safe around him.
Now, the same Ahvisha felt unsafe just because of his presence, even from a distance.
Back then, Ahvisha would fight with her brother to let her go to him.
Now, the same Ahvisha wanted her brother to save her from him.
Back then, Ahvisha cried in his arms because of her dad.
Now, the same Ahvisha wanted to cry in her dad's arms because of him.
Back then, Ahvisha found peace around him.
Now, the same Ahvisha felt suffocated, even with him far away from her.
She felt nauseous, like she was about to throw up everything she ate that morning. She kept wondering, Why does it have to be him? Why him? Why those same teal eyes? She didn't want to look at them, but something inside her pulled her towards them, wanting to get lost in his teal eyes.
Teal—the color formed by mixing blue and green.
Ahvisha—a person who had once mixed her soul with his, becoming her true self.
His eyes were enough to make her drown in the atmosphere. Breathing the same air as him felt suffocating.
It was overwhelming for her.
She lost her composure as soon as he turned around from the whiteboard.
Her eyes betrayed her, tears flowing freely as if they had been held back for years. They rolled down her cheeks uncontrollably.
She wished she could disappear. These unexpected tears were embarrassing her.
When he turned around, he saw her, and her tear-filled eyes. Eyes filled with pain.
He looked at her, piercing her soul.
He looked at her with hatred—for her, and for himself.
He was her new professor. How was she supposed to focus with him teaching?
Before he turned around, he was writing something on the whiteboard. Before she cried, she was cursing her fate for making him her new professor.
How suffocating it must have felt to want to be with him but also to desperately want to stay away from him.
She wanted to cry her heart out. She stood up, not caring about her surroundings, and stormed out of the room in tears. Unwanted tears.
He just watched her disappear while the other students wondered why she left so suddenly. He looked at the door, then at the students.
He swallowed hard and cleared his throat. "Ignore her and focus here," he said. Everyone obeyed him, except for one.
Preet Singhania, Ahvisha's best friend, glared at the new, young, handsome professor with rage in her eyes. She slammed her desk and ran out of the class, probably to find her friend.
He watched her leave, cleared his throat, and continued teaching.
Feelings had turned into a mess, while elsewhere,
A man with the same teal eyes, messy dark hair, sharp jaw, pointed nose, wheatish complexion, slightly plump lips, and a sharp gaze, stared at the screen in front of him.
He was watching the CCTV footage of *his girl* storming out of the classroom in tears.
His eyes turned red. All he saw was red when he saw those tears in her eyes. He hated tears.
Tears symbolized weakness. Crying was considered weak.
But who would tell him that some people needed to cry but couldn’t, because the tears wouldn’t come out? The ones who could cry were actually lucky, able to let their sadness flow through tears. Others begged themselves to cry, but no tears ever came.
The moment he saw her tears, he had the sudden urge to kill whoever caused them.
He wanted to peel that person's skin off, no matter if they were a girl or a boy. At that moment, all he wanted was to see blood.
Red blood. Crimson blood. Red hearts. Crimson hearts. He wanted to see crimson hearts.
He wanted to kill someone. He had a bloodlust, and he'd do anything to see blood right now.
The smell of blood brought him peace. It calmed him. He wanted to tear someone’s chest open and pull out their heart. He wanted to see crimson hearts.
He abruptly stood up from his chair and looked around. He laughed like a devil, his raspy, deep voice sending chills down the spines of the men standing there with guns.
He tilted his head to the side, giving one of his men a side-eye. “Bring him here,” he ordered.
The man, the same as in the first chapter, Ryan, nodded and left to bring the person in question.
One minute.
Two minutes.
Three minutes.
Four minutes passed, and Ryan came in, carrying a man over his shoulder. The man raised his brows at him, hands in his pockets.
Knowing what the man was thinking, Ryan explained, “He’s unconscious. I threw a bucket of cold water on him, but he’s under the influence of heavy drugs.”
He nodded, and Ryan dropped the man into the chair. Ryan then shook his soaked shirt off with a look of disgust, while the man smirked, knowing Ryan was just a kid mimicking adulthood.
“Everyone out, except Ryan,” he ordered. The men, except for Ryan, left the room.
He stood with his arms folded over his chest, leaning against a table. He nodded at Ryan, who understood and picked up another bucket of cold water. He poured it over the man, who appeared to be in his early thirties.
“Ahh—” The man yelped from the cold water.
He chuckled, while Ryan gave him a cheeky smile. But seeing Ryan’s smile, he returned to his poker face and nodded, signaling for Ryan to leave.
Ryan left.
He looked around, realizing it was just him and the older man in the room now. Smirking, he picked up the knife from the table and walked toward him.
The tied-up man struggled to speak. “Ahh... Le-ave m-e!”
“Of course,” he replied, stabbing the man in the chest, right where the heart was.
(Author’s note: The human heart is tilted towards the left side, but it's not on the left side of the chest. It's in the middle. I know you knew this, but just in case someone didn’t.)
Blood splattered onto his face. The man screamed until he ran out of breath.
He laughed maniacally again, a smirk plastered across his face.
His face was covered in red. Crimson.
It was time for him to see the heart.
I’m sure you know what happened next.
And he fulfilled his wish of seeing the Crimson Heart.
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