Worship Series

Chapter # 48

Anything but that.

The moment he was frightened to confront arrived.

By any possible means, he couldn't allow himself to become anything else from what he claimed himself to be.

His hands clasped around her body rigidly with no intention of releasing it again.

Failing to maintain eye-contact, Zariah looked down dejectedly, biting her bottom lip to suppress her emotions but couldn't.

"Don't say this.... Please."

Forehead pressed against her shoulder with a lump around his throat that prevented him from shattering into a sob.

"I.. I don't know you."

"Zari, please, don't break my heart, please,"

He shut his eyes more to hold back the tears, the harsh breaths becoming uneven when she ended up crying.

"The Nathaniel I lived my childhood with wanted to become a savior, he never wanted to become what you are. He hated it."

Shaking her head, she found herself obstructed from her dreams, the talks they once did were contrary to their actions.

"He hated his mother, he wanted to be like his father but in the end, you are a contaminated blood after all."

He couldn't bear the sound of it as she told him between her sobs, taunting him as well for his actions.

"Zariah, please, stop it..."

He gasped but she couldn't bear it anymore, she must release the words she buried.

Failing to bear his proximity, she forcefully ripped her body from him to confront him face to face, hitting his chest with tears glistening on her face.

"You live in a land of lies, you live in an empty home, you create deceptions."

He whimpered, finding himself drained of energy, "No..."

"You bathe in blood, you are not like me, you and me are entirely different..."

Growling, she pointed her finger at him, pushing him back into the bed as a tear painfully rolled down.

Quivering tremendously, his eyes were begging her to seal those words stabbing his very soul but she continued, engraving them into his soul.

"You cannot give us the life I sought... a normal, life of peace."

Leaning dangerously closer to his face, she hissed.

"You. Are. Not. The. Man. I. Fell. For,"

"I SAID ENOUGH, ZARIAH!"

Releasing the sob at the edge of his patience, he fell on the bed, covering his face shamefully in his head as the tears smeared.

He shattered, he scattered, he found himself defeated.

"Stop it... please, please, please,"

Her mouth gaped when the sound of his unstoppable sobs reached her ears, halting her functions in a heartbeat to merely affix her anguish to his.

His cries muted hers.

They anguished her explicitly.

She shivered badly, witnessing him being fragmented by the unavoidable choices of his life because in the end-

This wasn't the life he opted for in the first place.

"Please... don't."

But then again, if he wasn't then why was she still standing at his domain with the painful desire of becoming all his.