LOVE AGAIN | 18+ || ✔

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A A R N A

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The house has been surrounded by guests and condolences. Paris's known people and the people who loved her existence visited the mansion. The whole mansion is filled with white roses. She looked like them. Loyalty, purity, innocence, eternal love.

I took a hesitant step and looked inside from the window. Paris lay there. Lifeless and without any motion. I know she's no more. The doctors announced it a minute ago. I knew the moment the beeping sound of the machine stopped. A young girl who died at the age of twenty-nine. A beautiful girl from a small place called Philadelphia. Her eyes closed and face pale. The girl who dreamed of living a happy life and giving smiles In return and nothing more.

Her last words while she breathed last were still ringing in my ears. Even if she forgot his face, his existence. She knew she loved him. Her lips trembled minutes before she stopped breathing, "I love you, Tristan. Please be happy for me."

She dreamed of spending the rest of her life with him. But you took away her life God. Why it has to happen to her at such a young age? What wrong she had done to anyone? What benefit did you get after snatching her smile, her thoughts, her ambition, her life?

Where would she have gone?
Definitely to the heavens.
I would always wish for her to put you into the courtroom and ask the questions.
What was her fault?
Even if she thought of everyone's happiness, why fate was always cruel to her?
First, he snatched her mother, her father, her love and her life.

I looked and stared at her face closely. Her face has turned pale losing all its shine.

My chest tightened in knots, realising she was actually dead. No longer breathing. A cry stuck in my throat, no, not coming out. My body shook heavily. I want to cry, but the tears have stuck to my orbs solely.

Maybe because Paris doesn't want anyone to cry after her death.

I shifted my attention to Avyan who stood at a distance from her bed. He stared at her for a while before his lips trembled and he sat on the floor with his head in between his hands.

My heart wrenched seeing him like this. I don't know how I was able to feel his pain. The pain of losing someone you loved unconditionally.
The very thought that he was going to relive the same pain all over again. Of losing her. The pain he has already dealt with last year. The pain of losing her crumbled my heart into agony.

He was finally healing from her loss. He was finally moving on with me. He decided to give our marriage a chance. And now when she's gone, everything's back to all over where it started.
But maybe. . . This time, he wouldn't get over the pain. He saw her dying, her face, her emotions; how could he forget that?

I have always known he loved her.
Always.

It's been two weeks since we last talked.
The last we stared into each other's eyes.

Papa told him everything about Paris. And he chose to repent over everything by taking care of Paris. He loves her. She's his heartbeat.

I had no courage in me to interrupt their alone time. I decided to give him some privacy.
But I would see it all.

I was numb, feeling so many emotions at a time. They were all mixed.
I don't know whom I should feel bad for.
Paris? The innocent, pure soul who fought with her disease at the end of her life? Avyan? The bothered man who was kept into oblivion that she cheated on him and then got to know that it was his heartbeats sacrifice to see him happy? Or me? Whose life is all a chaos of people's emotions in it? Why do the people I love always go away? Whom should I cry for?
Me? Who ended up with lost hope even after getting everything?
How should I not feel for her? Who gave me her everything, her love, a family and took my nothing in return?