The Vanishing Choice: Frolic of Survival

Is It a Rainbow?

[After dinner.]

[She looked at her phone and her eyes became bigger, as the time was 9:30 pm. ]

[On the notepad- 'I've to go, it is already 9:30.]

Cyrus: Yeah, I can see. Okay, you may take a leave.

[The lack of reaction from Cyrus added to her inner turmoil. She yearned for closure, for some acknowledgment, but his silence left her with unanswered questions. As Elisa zipped up her bag, she steeled herself for the unknown future ahead. Mixed with sadness was a glimmer of hope. A hope for healing, and the possibility of finding happiness in her own company. Taking a deep breath, she stepped out the door, ready to embark on a new chapter of her life, one that would be defined by her own choices and resilience.]

[Outside the door, she noticed there was a thunderstorm and heavy rain. So she stopped at the door. Her eyes were moist. Perhaps those raindrops were defining her each and every pain.]

[As she was standing still, Cyrus came to the door.]

Cyrus: What happp.... (Stopped) Oh it's a heavy rain.

[She looked at her.]

Cyrus: You can't go like this. I'll bring you an umbrella.

[While he went inside for an umbrella, she had already jumped in front of the main gate and gradually she became wet.]

[When he returned, he looked at her and screamed...]

Cyrus: Hey what are you doing? Idiot girl!! Come here.

[She didn't look at him.]

Cyrus: Hey. (Running and trying hold the umbrella). It's a heavy rain.

[As the wind was blowing so hard, the umbrella lost its balance and folded backwards and he started wet.]

[Seeing him, Elisa gave a silent laughter towards him.]

[Cyrus stopped in front of her.]

[Her shoulders shake subtly, and a soft, breathy exhale escapes her lips, barely audible amidst the ambient noise. The corners of her mouth lift in a silent yet infectious grin, spreading joy to those around her. Her laughter is expressed through animated gestures; a hand over her mouth, eyes squeezed shut, and a rhythmic nodding of her head. Despite the absence of sound, her laughter speaks volumes.]

[He was continuously noticing her laughing. But at a time Cyrus held both of her hand by the side. And she stopped smiling and became serious. Her heart is about to beat quickly.]

[The night was dark and heavy with rain, the sky illuminated by flashes of lightning. Both of their figures blurred by the cascading sheets of water. Both were drenched, raindrops glistening on their skin like scattered diamonds.]

He brushed a strand of wet hair from her face. She looked up at him, rain streaming down her cheeks, her eyes reflecting the stormy sky above. There was an unspoken understanding between them, a connection intensified by the raw energy of the tempest.]

[In that instant, Cyrus leaned closer, his lips meeting Elisa's in a tender. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the sound of raindrops drumming a sweet melody on the ground. Each touch was electric.]

[Elisa's heart raced as she melted into the warmth of Cyrus' lips. Gradually she closed her eyes.]

[But Cyrus felt some blurry flashbacks and he felt that this is not the 1st time his lips touched those warm lips. Maybe it was a bond since the start of the creation.]

[Suddenly, Cyrus opened his eyes and parted from her. He had a smirk on his face and slowly they both became very shy.]

Cyrus: Ac...tually I... I...

[She looked at him.]

Cyrus: You are totally wet. Just come inside.

[They both rushed inside.]

[Cyrus gave her a towel and with the other he was wiping his head.]

Cyrus: Why did you rush outside disobeying me? (Anger) Now just go and change your clothes. Otherwise, you will catch cold.

[Elisa looked at her backpack which was looking like it was soaked in water overnight. She patted on her forehead.]

Cyrus: I can understand. Just go to my room and wear whatever will fit you from my closet.

[She looked at him.]

Cyrus: Why are you staring at me? (Little anger) Goooo...

[She hurried upstairs.]

Cyrus: (whispers) Annoying girl.

[The time was 11:00 pm.]

[In his closet, she was finding what will fit her. Suddenly she found that Yellow Shirt which he gave her for the 1st time to wear. She grabbed it and cuddled it with millions of memories and feelings. Finally she wore it and went in front of the mirror]

[Within a second, she realized that she had no long pants to wear as she was wearing only a frock. The shirt was long enough but her thighs were still visible.]

[Knock, knock.....]

[She kept her hands on her mouth and forcefully closed her eyes.]

Elisa: (in mind) Ohh.. Nooooo..

[Knock, knock...]

[She went to the door and just opened it.]

Cyrus: Hey I forgot to told you where are the keys. They are.... (Stopped)

[After looking at her, within a second he turned back.]

[She became very shy to appear in front of him like this.]

Cyrus: How did you know (still turned back) where are the keys of my closet?

[She already knew it because of that blue checked shirt but without replying to anything she ran towards the opposite room, which belongs to her once.]

[He sat on the bed side and his brain was full of questions.]

Cyrus: (to himself) What's all these? How did she get the keys? And that shirt!! It's mine. But I think I saw someone wearing it before. And... And... that..... (thinking about his kiss to her). Ahhh... I've no answer. Nothing.. Nothing...... (Little screamed)

[He took a big sigh and looked at the clock. It was 11:45 pm. He took baby steps and slightly pushed the door of Elisa's room. He noticed that she was in a deep sleep and her blanket was half dropped from bed. Her both legs were uncovered.]

[He went closer to the bed and carefully tucked the blanket around Elisa's shoulders. With a tender touch, he adjusted the bedding, ensuring she was warm without disturbing her slumber.

[Moonlight filtered through the frost-covered window, casting a soft glow over the room. Cyrus quietly approached the heater to a warmer setting. As he surveyed the room, Cyrus felt a cold breeze from the window. With a gentle touch, he adjusted the curtains, ensuring they were drawn tightly to keep out the cold air.]

[Then he went to parted some of her hair strands from her forehead and as he touched her hair suddenly he felt a terrible headache. And again some flashbacks but it was not clear.]

Cyrus: Ahhh (silently screams and holds both sides of his head).

[He rushed to his room and the pain was increasing.]

[The time was 12:15 am.]

[Cyrus fell on the floor.]

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