"You are caught Moon, stop staring at me". My heart quickened, This man will be the end of me.
"Trust me moon, The way you look at me makes my heart flutter".
"And how Am I looking at you Arjun?". I really wanted to know, Do I actually look at him...
"wait for the signal and i'll meet you after dark, Show me the places where the others gave you scars" 💗🌙
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As navya sat down into my lap I couldn't help but keep my heart open for her to know,
I was a happy kid once. I remember the days before everything changed—before the world turned dark. I was only six, so small, so innocent. Back then, life was simple, full of games, laughter, and the warmth of family. But that was before I saw it happen. Before I saw him do it. The man I looked up to, my uncle, he was a hero to me. I wanted to be just like him. But then he became the monster that haunts my nightmares.
That night is seared into my memory. I can still hear the shouting, the crash of the vase, and the sickening silence that followed. My bua, who had always been so kind, so gentle... she was gone. And I couldn't do anything. I couldn't save her. I tried to run to stop him, but I was just a kid. All I got for my efforts was this scar, this mark near my lips where the vase shattered. It's a reminder of that night, of my failure, of the boy who lost everything in an instant.
After that, I wasn't the same. How could I be? The world wasn't safe anymore. The man I trusted turned out to be a killer. I didn't know how to process it, how to deal with the fear, the anger, the pain. So, I buried it deep, tried to forget, tried to move on. But that scar... it wouldn't let me. Every time I see it, I'm back in that room, back in that nightmare.
It's why I am the way I am. Why I struggle to let people in, to trust. Because if someone like my uncle could do something so horrible, then how can I be sure of anyone?
It was a rainy day, the kind where the sky seemed to weep endlessly, casting a gloomy shadow over everything. I remember sitting alone in my room, playing with my toy cars while the raindrops tapped rhythmically against the windowpane. Mom and Dad had gone out for the evening, leaving me under the care of Bua and That man. They were always so loving, so attentive—or so I thought.
As I pushed my favorite red car across the carpet, I heard something unusual—a muffled scream piercing through the sound of the rain. I froze, my tiny hands gripping the toy tightly. Another scream followed, louder this time, filled with fear and anger. My heart pounded in my chest as I slowly got up and crept towards the door, curiosity and dread swirling inside me.
I cracked open the door just enough to peek into the hallway, the house eerily lit by the dim overhead lights. The screams had turned into shouting now, harsh words bouncing off the walls. I tiptoed down the hallway, my small feet making almost no sound on the wooden floor, and hid behind the large pillar at the top of the stairs. From there, I could see into the living room below.
What I saw made my blood run cold. Bua had her hands gripping Uncle's collar, her face contorted in anger and fear. She was yelling something I couldn't quite make out over the pounding of the rain and my own thundering heartbeat. Uncle's face was twisted too, but his was a mask of rage I'd never seen before. I wanted to call out, to make them stop, but the words caught in my throat. I was so scared, but I couldn't look away. My innocent world was shattering right before my eyes, and all I could do was watch. I could see bua screaming at uncle and my heart broke at the sight.
