𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 || 16+

....✿︎EPILOGUE - PART ONE✿︎....

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Some endings aren't just endings, they are another beginning in life. Another chance to live happily with the one
you love with all your heart.

"Isha!" I could barely hear the distant voice when I slowly opened my eyes and due to my blurry vision, I could hardly see something in front of me.

The darkness still having it's aftereffect on me as I forced to roam my eyes around myself.

The dark blue ceiling with no fans and vintage floral designs adorned around the corners. A big candle chandelier hanging in the middle.

Wait, am I still here?

I felt my hand getting squeezed when I turned my face and saw a sleeping soundly figure. His face turned away from me but his hand tightly embracing mine in a way, I never imagined it could be embraced.

The full moon clearly seen from the window behind him and I saw adjusted my eyesight, I saw that his hair was...blonde?

No way, Cedric?

The bright blonde hair was sparkling right now as few fast winds blew it in different directions. His face half hidden by the mattress of the bed and half hidden from his hair.

I forced myself to turn my head and looked at the opposite direction when I found no one else in the room. The entire room was empty, dark, and awkwardly silent. No sound came from anywhere, whether inside or outside as I roamed my eyes to everywhere possible.

But when I looked at Cedric again, involuntarily, a sigh of relief left my lips.

I am so glad I chose to live with him.

I just hope I am not making a mistake by playing with timelines like this.

As I tried retrieving my hand from his grip, I saw his fingers hitching as his eyelids started fluttering.

I think I woke him up.

I immediately closed my eyes and pretended to be unconscious as I felt him rustling the sheets and adjusting his hand positions. Heavy breathing rang in the room as I felt the air turning heavy as well.

My eyes still closed when I heard him rubbing his eyes with his one hand, his other hand still enwrapped over mine.

And then, all of a sudden, I felt him hovering over my face. Staring at me with such an intensity, sweat started forming on my forehead.

"Does she still have a fever?" His weak, trembling voice came rang in the room when his free hand came up to my forehead and pressed his knuckles softly against my skin.

"The fever seems to have cooled down. So then why is there sweat? Little flower...are you still in pain?" My heart sank when I heard him speaking in such a tone. But I didn't dare interrupt him.

When he received no reply from me. I felt him taking my hand in both of his hands and he slowly, gently, started rubbing my palm with his hands. His rough and big hands rubbing my small and soft ones as didn't speak again.

"I am so sorry, little flower...please open your eyes. Please don't leave me like this..."

Wait, did I hear it right? The infamous killer Cedric Gastrell is begging right now? Begging from a mere Indian girl?

This is a scandalous sight. Someone record it for me, please.

"You wanted to kill me, right? I have a gun right here. Just wake up and kill me, I won't even object. Please just...wake up. I won't ever force my love on you. You can live far away from me if you want. I won't dare to walk in front of you or your village even by mistake. Little flower..." The voice he spoke in, broke my heart internally as I was almost on the verge of breaking my facade of being unconscious.