Rain lashed against the windows, each drop a tiny percussion in the symphony of the storm. The low hum of conversation was periodically punctuated by the deep rumble of thunder, a sound that seemed to reverberate through the very walls, shaking the air with its raw power. Between the claps of thunder, an almost eerie silence settled over the room, magnifying the tension between the boy and girl seated at the corner table.
As they sat in this uneasy quiet, a young boy around 5-6 year old, passing by their table stumbled and fell. The clatter of his fall was jarring, breaking the silence with the chaotic symphony of a chair scraping against the floor and utensils clattering to the ground. The girl immediately knelt down to help, her movements quick and graceful, like a dancer in a ballet of concern and care.
"Are you okay?" she asked, her words almost drowned out by another rumble of thunder.
The young boy looked up at her, his eyes wide with gratitude and innocence. "Thank you, big sis," he said, his voice trembling slightly but filled with genuine appreciation. His words pierced through the storm and the silence, striking a chord deep within her.
In that moment, the girl's heart felt a pain more profound than any physical wound, a pain sharper than the most finely honed blade. It was as if a knife had been driven through her heart, twisting and searing with a pain that was both unbearable and enlightening.
It reminded her once more of the situation she was in with the boy "Aslan" whom she is sharing the table and her awkward grief with despite her desperate wish to erase what had just occurred.
The girl's face, initially set in an expression of anger, gradually crumbled into a mask of grief and self-disappointment. She had always believed she could bring him peace, that she could be the solace he so desperately needed. She had promised herself to bury her own one-sided feelings for the greater good, to devote herself wholly to him. But now, faced with the reality of her failure, her heart shattered into a million pieces.
Her voice, barely a whisper, trembled with the weight of her emotions. "I know these words you spoke are just empty and don't mean anything." She paused, her breath hitching in her chest. "I failed to be your sister and give you that sisterly love... I don't know where I went wrong... I have lost my purpose of life, which was to give you the sisterly love you longed for so much." Each word felt like a dagger to her heart, but she pressed on, hoping he would understand the depth of her despair."
Aslan, who had been sitting motionless, his gaze fixed on the floor, suddenly looked up, his eyes wide with astonishment. Her words had pierced through his numbness, bringing him back to his senses. He could see the turmoil in her eyes, the pain she was trying so hard to hide. Her face, a canvas of mixed emotions, showed how deeply she was affected. She questioned herself silently, wondering what she had been doing all this time and for what purpose.
Wiping her tears with trembling hands, she stood up, her voice heavy with resignation and sorrow. "I'm sorry for both of us. I think it's time I left you for good, for both our sakes. I can't continue like this." Her heart ached with every word, but she knew it was the right thing to do.
As she turned to leave, Aslan sprang up from his seat, his chair scraping loudly against the floor, a jarring sound amidst the ambient storm. "Elina!" he shouted, his voice cutting through the noise like a desperate plea. The thunder crashed again, a deep, rolling boom that seemed to echo his urgency. He moved to chase after her, his heart pounding louder than the storm outside, the sound of his footsteps merging with the relentless drumming of the rain. But she stopped him with a look, turning around to speak one last time.
Forcing a gentle smile through her tears, she said, "No matter what happened today, my feelings for you as your sister will never change. I really love you, my brother! So don't worry about me; just go and chase your dreams." Her voice cracked with emotion, but she managed to maintain her composure. With that, she rushed out of the café, leaving him standing there, tears streaming down his face.
Outside, the rain poured down, mirroring the turmoil in her heart. She wandered aimlessly through the streets, drenched to the bone, oblivious to the world around her. The traffic roared past, the drivers indifferent to her plight. The city, cold and unfeeling, turned a blind eye to her silent cries for help. She felt invisible, her suffering unnoticed by the bustling crowd.
She drifted into a dark alley, her steps faltering as the weight of her emotions bore down on her. Crouching down, she wrapped her arms around her legs, trying to hold herself together. The tears that had flowed so freely earlier now refused to come, leaving her feeling hollow and numb.
The rain continued to fall, each drop a reminder of her sorrow. She felt a profound sense of loss, not just of her purpose, but of herself. The dreams she had once nurtured seemed distant and unattainable, lost in the fog of her grief. She longed for the release of tears, but they remained stubbornly absent, leaving her to face her pain in solitude. She whispered to herself, "I wonder when did it all start?" The question echoed in the empty alley, a reflection of her loneliness and despair.
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Mending Hearts
Teen Fiction"This is story revolves around the relationship of tender awkwardness and hidden scars, Elina, known for her selfless nature, finds herself drawn to Aslan, the popular and outwardly cheerful boy at school. Little do they realize that their paths are...
