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
A N T I C I P A T I O N R E V E L A T I O N S
t o r n & b r o k e n
~ I'm with you either way Nothing's lost, no more pain ~
Shivaay's vision was soon blurred with tears. He opened his mouth to say something but he couldn't. His family? Yes, he may not be a part of it now, but—— he shook his head. He is being paranoid, when Veer could plan such extremities, then getting into the Mansion is not a big deal for any of them.
"Shivaay..." He felt her arms wrapping around him and he leaned into her hold. She lowered themselves on the ground, slowly.
"I-I think I'm looking too into it. It's a clear misunderstanding." He stammered out suddenly.
Annika smiled sadly at his words, he was trying to convince himself of the opposite. The only ones who could manage to break him were the people he called his own. Ironic.
"Maybe." She said, deciding to just agree with him for a while, so he doesn't stress himself further. But she knew that he was just trying to divert his thoughts.
"Why does it hurt so bad?" He asked as he turned to look at her. "Why do I feel like I have been betrayed again?" He asked.
She frowned, "because even after all these years..."
"...I was holding onto a hope." He finished. She nodded.
He chuckled drily, "You know, I hate the sound of that word." She looked at him, her expression schooled, not knowing what to say to that.
"It was an addiction. Hope is the worst addictive." He spoke shaking his head, his eyes turning glassy.
"I was ready to die." Her eyes widened at the sentence. "What are you saying?" She hissed. He looked at her, his eyes blank.
"That's the truth. The summarisation of the time I spent there at the hospital in Goa." He muttered. "Hell." He spoke after a while, "that was what it was for me."
His hand unconsciously tightened around her fingers.
"But somehow even after all that, I held out hope. And I don't if it made things easier or even more agonizing." He rasped. "I was waiting, you know." He said looking at their joined hands.
"I remained dazed because of the effects of morphine." He spoke. "For days. I wanted to see" he paused, turning away, "y-you." He continued slowly, exhaling softly.
Annika blinked away the tears at that. She wasn't there. She wouldn't have known anything.
"I was waiting for OmRu." He continued, "they used to be the first one by my side." He said softly, "but this time only Priyanka was." He uttered softly, he was grateful for her.
