Deprived Love

Chapter 21

Third person's pov

In the dimly lit room, shadows danced on the walls as the fireplace crackled softly. Bella sat on the edge of her bed, clutching a worn-out photograph of both of their childhood.

Her mind was a battlefield of emotions, each thought of a soldier fighting for dominance.

Her heart ached with feelings for him, the man who had brought light into her world. She remembered their laughter, the tender moments they shared when they were kids, the way his eyes sparkled when he looked at her.

Yet, those same eyes were the eyes of a killer. She closed her eyes, trying to push away the memories of the party. Nick's dead body, his blood stains on her fingers, his pale face and limp limbs.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she wrestled with her conscience. The photograph slipped from her fingers and fluttered to the floor.

Millions of reasons were there to back away from Chris but one reason seemed enough for her to stay.

She layed on her bed glancing at the ceiling. She closed her eyes as she needed to have a good sleep in order to relieve her tiredness. She felt mentally exhausted.

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“Chris, what the fuck!?” Liam uttered his voice raised a bit.

“I couldn't control that motherfucker being close to her!” Chris spat, gritting his teeth.

“But killing him wasn't the option. And yeah, they were just dancing. We were there to protect Bella if something happened.”

“But I couldn't see his filthy hands on her!”

“And now how are we supposed to find the mastermind who sent him to be close to Bella?”

“We'll find a way.” He said furrowing his eyebrows.

“I know you are worried that Bella would talk to you or not. You knew she hates blood.”

“But you know who sent that guy to be close to Bella. He would do anything to make my life hell. You know it!”

“I know but Bella doesn't. Now just get some sleep, relax yourself and talk to her later. She'll understand.”

Chris nodded and walked to his bedroom. He took a warm shower to cool himself down, he wore his night suit and went to bed.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

He wondered how much he changed in some months because of Bella. Chris never gave a damn to others opinions but when it comes to Bella, her each and every opinion matters. It matters a lot to him.

The mere thought of the blonde girl gave him peace. All his worries and tiredness disappeared. Her soothing words of giving him a chance made him feel like he is on cloud nine.

The room was quiet, save for the soft rustling of the curtains as a gentle breeze slipped through the open window. The pale light of dawn began to creep into the room, casting a delicate glow over everything it touched.

Chris laid still, his face softened by sleep, the usual tension in his features gone. His breathing was steady, deep, and rhythmic, a stark contrast to the turmoil that often consumed his waking hours.

As the sun slowly climbed higher, the light grew bolder, spilling across the bed and onto his face. His eyelids fluttered in response, and he stirred, his body gradually waking from the grip of sleep. A sigh escaped his lips as he turned over, pulling the blankets closer for a moment longer, as if reluctant to leave the sanctuary of dreams.