Rewrite of my first book, the drizzling fire.
They have seperated their ways. Some things remained seen yet some remained hidden away in the time.
The water has no beginning nor the end, just like the anger which set his veins aflame.
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T H E S I L E N T W A T E R S T H E M E M O R I E S B U R N S
Annika sat on the bed with a tired sigh, the day had gone around in blur. It was a tiring day. They did manage to score some of the clients by organising the party——it would have been more if the event would have been successful, but when did things go her way?
It didn't make sense.
She had tasted the food and drinks herself before they were out to be served at the event——whatever that have happened must have happened after plating and serving.
But after all those security checks—
She sighed, she picked up her phone and swiped it open.
Her expression turned ashen when she heard the voice——more so when she heard the news.
Annika's hands shook as she tried to process the news she had heard.
"I was involved in an accident." Is that why?
Accident.
She gasped as the lights went out. Another power outage. They had become less frequent but she could never get used to the darkness——the coldness, the sudden void.
She blinked away the tears. The lights were out and she had shrunk around in the corner to comfort herself, it would take a few minutes for the power outage to recover. Till now, she must stay in the dark.
This was not new. She thought she would be used to it by now. But it wasn't so. She was never. She would never be. Why she was afraid of darkness never came clear to her, she just was.
The thought of the darkness——the oblivion——sent chills down her bones——the darkness brought memories——unpleasant ones. Ones about which no one knows about.
Earlier——she shook her head at the thought—she had always relied on herself. And now too, all she had was her and Sahil. They have been so for as long as she could remember.
And they will be so.
She was afraid to hold onto that fragile thread of hope once again.
She had let go of the hope she used to hold with herself, no one was coming to save her. She was her own savior.
That's how it always has been.
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Shivaay nearly stumbled at sudden jab of pain he felt. He sat at the couch waiting for the pain——and that deep gnawing feeling that he had been trying to ignore since the moment he woke up———why is he feeling like he had been missing something?
He sighed, closing his eyes momentarily.
He couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had crept inside him.
