Windowsill [Ishman]

Limitless

(Italics- Flashback)

Someone is observing the poor boy hysterically sobbing on his knees from the shadows,

Tears falling down from that pretty face like the falling stars, shining as they start their journey down below,

He appears to be tired, beaten from the worries and situations of life, he looks like he lost a war, and death is waiting for him, from just around the corner,

The person watching him is not in a better position than the guy on the knees, the veins in his body are occupied by the rage as well as the blood,
But he feels helpless, his feet stuck to the ground and eyes glued to the boy's face,
Ineffably impotent both his body and his soul,

Every cell of his body is duressing him to lunge forward and hold the crying boy in his arm, take him to a safe place and protect him forever, but he knows that just a bland thought with no conclusion,

But the sudden wave of Spontaneity hits him and he steps forward a little

Then he hears the echo of some footsteps, approaching closer and closer, making him hide behind a wall quickly, he notices a big shadow from where he is hiding

"Ishan?" A thick voice calls for the boy

"Praveen? Oh hey! Evening!" He quickly gets on his feet wiping his tear stained cheeks with his sleeves harshly,

"What are you doing here, baccha? And what happened why were you sitting on the ground?" Concern grows in the man's voice as he approached the boy,

"Oh I fell on the ground and hurt myself"
The boy replies with his voice, hoarse, probably form crying,

"Is it bleeding? Are you injured" The man, supposedly named Praveen asks again,

"Just a little scratch"

"Alright let's go inside" The man then guides the boy inside of the house, as he watches them go,

His head is throbbing because of the alcohol intake but mostly because of the Situation on his hand right now, he is feeling the emotions he shouldn't and thinking of doing something he certainly mustn't

But then he sees his hand, which had the bite mark of his beloved from that night, not a testimony of love but as a testimony of something horrible Ishan had to go through, something he caused,

His lackadaisical and wobbly steps take sweet time to get him to his destination, to his bike, and he sits on it offhandedly, resting his head on the bike's speedometer,

With his shaky hands he draws out his mobile and dials a number and places the phone on his ear,

At the third ring, the person picks up the call and a feminine voice says "hello?"

"Make Rishabh visit him" He slurs out in one breathe like he was holding it in for long,

"What?" The woman on the line says

"Please do it!" He almost yells in frustration and hangs up,

He clutches whole bunch of hair in his hand and tugs at them with force in deperation, anxiousness and confusion,

He feels utterly helpless and stuck,

A prerequisite of impending disaster,

He thinks about what he can do, and the worst thing comes to his mind, he knows this will go way too far but he isn't thinking too much right now, he needs time to ponder on this thing and the related consequences,

But it's the time that we don't have,

He groans in submission as he succumbs to his darkest desires, he starts his bike, sets the gear and starts riding it at its greatest speed, chasing down his victim, he intends the destroy today,