Allegedly Yours

Last Meeting

Chapter 44

Nyrah stared at the different kinds of paintings hanging on the wall of Kyros' cabin, unable to comprehend their purpose. To her, they seemed insignificant compared to the masterpieces at her mansion, most of which were bought from auctions. But these paintings were simple, not signifying anything in general. One painting was of sunflowers, another depicted an old woman and a young woman watching the sea, and the third was a clock with no hands. She glanced at Kyros, who was writing something in his diary, and sighed.

"What are you writing for so long?" she finally asked.

Kyros smiled at her. "It's my achievements," he said proudly.

"What kind of achievements?" Nyrah asked, her curiosity piqued.

"I will definitely tell you at the right time. But you tell me, what have you been looking at for so long?" he asked her.

"Umm, at those weird paintings," she said, pointing at them. Kyros smiled.

"They're not weird. Each painting has a deeper meaning, if only you have the eyes to interpret them," he explained.

Nyrah took another look at the paintings but still couldn't find anything special about them. She looked at Kyros with a frown.

He began to speak, "The first painting, with the sunflowers—you notice all of them have their faces turned in the same direction, towards the sun."

Nyrah nodded, finally noticing.

"Here, the sun signifies hope and happiness, or all the positive emotions in particular, while the flowers signify us, humans. It shows how we should always tilt towards positivity."

Nyrah looked at him in awe as she finally understood. "What about the other two?" she asked, looking at the second painting, which was giving her a sense of melancholy.

As if reading her mind, Kyros began to explain, "The second image signifies the harsh reality of life. The young woman and the old woman in one frame represent the process of aging, Nyrah. The sea symbolizes the immortality of certain aspects of life that we cannot alter; it represents the past. Time waits for no one. Every second slips through our hands like sand, impossible to hold on to. Life is too short to dwell in the past, and before you know it, you could find yourself aged like that old woman, just living in memories."

Nyrah's eyes glistened with understanding and emotion as she absorbed Kyros' words. The seemingly simple paintings now felt like profound revelations about life. She looked at the third painting with a clock and asked softly, "And the clock with no hands?"

Kyros smiled gently. "The clock with no hands signifies timelessness, the idea that some moments in life are beyond the constraints of time. It's a reminder to live fully in the present, to cherish each moment without being bound by the ticking of a clock."

Nyrah felt a lump in her throat, realizing the depth of Kyros' wisdom. Each painting, once perceived as odd and meaningless, now held a mirror to her soul, reflecting truths she hadn't seen before. She looked at Kyros with newfound respect and gratitude, her heart swelling with a blend of emotions.

For the past few days, Kyros had been unusually quiet. He listened intently as Nyrah shared fragments of her past, revealing how it had impacted her life in the worst ways. Each day, she would come to him, unburdening herself bit by bit. Kyros never judged, never made any comments, and never pried for more than what she was willing to share. He simply listened, offering a silent but unwavering support.

Nyrah had built a deep trust in him, knowing that he would keep her past confidential and help her navigate through the pain. Today, however, Kyros broke his silence and offered his perspective.

"Nyrah," he began gently, "I've listened to your stories, felt the weight of your pain, and seen the shadows it casts over you. But there's something you need to understand about the past."

Nyrah looked at him, her eyes filled with both vulnerability and curiosity. "What is it, Kyros?"

He took a deep breath. "The past, with all its hurt and suffering, is like those paintings on the wall. At first glance, they seem meaningless, just a collection of random images. But when you look closer, you realize that each one tells a story, holds a deeper significance. Your past, as painful as it is, has shaped who you are today. It has lessons, meanings, and truths that can guide you toward a better future."

Nyrah's eyes softened as she listened. Kyros continued, "You can't change what happened, just like you can't change the direction of the sunflowers or stop the sea from being eternal. But you can choose how you respond to it, how you let it influence your present and future. You have the power to find hope, to tilt towards the positivity like those sunflowers, and to live in the present without being bound by the past."

Nyrah felt tears welling up, not from sadness, but from a sense of release and understanding. She had been carrying the burden of her past alone for so long, but now, with Kyros' words, she saw a glimmer of hope.

"Thank you, Kyros," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "For listening, for understanding, and for helping me see things differently."

Kyros smiled warmly. "It's my pleasure, Nyrah. Remember, your past does not define you; it is merely a part of your journey. You have the strength to overcome it and to create a future filled with the happiness and peace you deserve."

"Okay, enough of the lecture now. I want to tell you something I haven't told you before," Kyros said, breaking the solemn atmosphere.

"What is it?" Nyrah wondered, feeling a mix of curiosity and unease.

"I'm leaving this country," he announced, causing a wave of sadness to hit her hard.

"I'm returning to Germany, my home, as my work here is completed."

Before Nyrah could ask anything further, Kyros's phone rang. He glanced at the screen, which displayed 'Dearest Wifey.' He quickly picked up the call, putting it on full volume. "Hey, love," he greeted the woman on the other side sweetly.

"Yes, I'll be home soon," Kyros said into the phone, his tone soft and reassuring. "I miss you too. See you soon."

As he hung up, Nyrah's mind raced. She couldn't shake the feeling that she knew the woman's voice. It was so much like... but no, it couldn't be. She looked at Kyros, her emotions a whirlwind of sadness and confusion.

As the reality of Kyros’s departure weighed heavily on her; she had come to see him as a true friend.

Sensing her sorrow, Kyros smiled gently. "Nyrah, people don’t remain in our lives forever. That's the nature of existence. Everyone plays a role—some bring pain, some offer joyful memories, and others impart valuable lessons."

She regarded him thoughtfully, realizing just how much he had contributed to her growth. "Thank you for healing me, Kyros," she said, her voice tinged with gratitude.

"No, Nyrah. I didn’t heal you. Only you possess that power. I merely helped you uncover it," he explained.

At that moment, the alarm sounded, signaling the end of their last meeting. "I don't know when we’ll meet again," she said, her sadness palpable.

"Neither do I, but I hope it’s soon. And remember, if you ever feel down, you have my number," he replied, offering a warm smile.

She embraced him, and he reciprocated as it was  their last meeting. Suddenly, the doors swung open, revealing a furious figure. Nyrah recoiled from Kyros, both of them turning to face the enraged man at the entrance. Fear gripped her heart, making it difficult to speak.

"A-Aston?" she stammered, her voice barely a whisper.

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