The Tale Of Hearts

Chapter 83

Hazel's POV

I was kept rubbing the back of her hand and I couldn't ignore her troubled expression, a mix of frustration and sadness as she confided in me the past she wants to buried forever. Lost in thought, I was trying to come up with set of words, at least give a bit of comfort to her. How can I help her? What advice could I offer that would ease her pain  and regret. 

A soft sigh left my lips.

"Why he is back again? you rejected him once!!!" I mumbled softy finally breaking the silent. Her Sharp eyes shifted to mine with her eyes having that endless storm shining with unshead tears.

"To get ravage?"She said with her voice slightly lacing in anger. My eyes locked with her, while those words effortlessly making me gasped. "What?" 

She hesitated for a moment, gathering her thoughts, before she began to speak. "That's  what he said" she mumbled not letting her sharp tears to lose within her glossy eyes. 

"He said he would make my life hell !, he got into bad terms with his dad because of me and he want to make my life worst for that! he is just a egoistic psychopath !!!!" She let out in one frustrated tone making my eyes widened.

"What kind of mess is this?" I mumbled as she shrugged her shoulders. 

"Mark my words haze this time he is gonna learn his lesson well " she said in her promising tone quickly composing her sad eyes. 

"let's stop talk about that prick head, it is only making my blood boil!!!" she mumbled in a angry tone where suddenly my mind started to occupying with some strange feelings. Her story is not that much different than mine. Looking at her puzzled face, I could reflect my self.  Aren't i also facing the same fate??? Aren't i also lost within my own dwell?? Why does it feel like our lives are scripted by the devil? Why has God failed to bind us with charming green flags, while red flags keep invading our lives?.

"Now not about me, let's talk about you because it seems like now you are the one who is in the danger, she mumbled giving me hard look and i know what she is going to ask next. My eyes slowly shifted from her to the floor in so much interest, trying to ignore her next question i already knew.

"Do you really want to marry him?" I heard her voice coming with a touch of concern. She was vocalising the question i have been asking from my self from the very beginning of yesterday night.

Do i want to marry him??

No Do i like to marry him?

No the real question has to be do I love him? or does he love me??

The middle of my chest began to hurt like something has stuck there on it's own. those struggling feelings again began to float into my mind making me sighing out deep as i couldn't find the right answer to that.

Hyden , the  man making me cry ever time, the man hurt me with every chance he gets. His sharp words and teasing remarks were a constant in my life, and he always finding a way to single me out but Yet, despite the harshness of his words, there were fleeting moments when his eyes softened, revealing a tenderness, a yearning that left me utterly confused. I could often find my self caught in a whirlwind of emotions. On one hand, I was hurt and angry, wishing I could just hate him and move on. On the other hand, i feel an inexplicable pull toward him, deeply in a dilelu that his cruelty was a mask for something deeper. 

 "Tash, I need to tell you something that's been on my mind for a while now," i said, my voice tinged with a mix of uncertainty. Tash raised an eyebrow, firmly in her clear brown eyes . 

"what is it?"She asked out of concern as I struggled for a while to vocalise my thoughts. it doesn't seems easy to speak about him, speak about us.