A year on Venus

52: Silent Tears

3rd person's POV

That day when he returned home he only got under his duvet and cried away his heart. "Why does it have to hurt so much?" he whispered to himself, his voice muffled by the blankets.

The next day he woke up with fever, and much headache. He heard a knock by his door and wondered who it was, suddenly his phone blinked and that gave him a hint on knowing who it was.
He dizzily walked up to the door and opened the house. "I knew it." Camilla said, trying to touch his forehead, but he quickly moved back! He couldn't even open his eyes correctly. Everything was paining him.

"So, my dream is true! How are you feeling?" Camilla asked, concern etched on her face. "Dream?" he asked with much difficulty. "I dreamt you were sick, so I came here to check on you," she said.

He had no strength to reply, but he thought to himself, "Why does she care so much?" He got back on the sofa and lied down, his body aching all over.

Camilla sighed before bringing a cup of water for him from the dispenser. "So, you cried, why?" she asked after making a meal for him. He didn't reply, but thought to himself, "She'll never understand." Then he got off bed and gently walked to the kitchen. She watched him opened the fridge and brought out an oatmeal.

"Why are you giving me the silent treatment? And you should have said you wanted an oatmeal before I made a soup!" She said giving so much despise to the oatmeal. Simply because he was never a fan of that. He just acts way different now that she doesn't know if he's the guy she used to know anymore.

"I'll have the soup. Trynna make the oat for Jasmine." He voiced out with much difficulty.

She felt a bang in her heart, he was sick and in this condition but thinking of making breakfast for that good for nothing girl.

She just gulped down saliva, before coming further in to the kitchen, "go and take your medicine first, i'll do it." She said.

He looked at her as she croaked her neck to the side, she heaved out a sigh once he left. She creaked her neck out of the kitchen to see whether he was gone or not. She finally moved back to making the oatmeal. It wasn't upto a minute when she felt some liquid in her cheeks. She gently rose her hands up and felt tears. She cleared them away and continued making the oatmeal. Anything for Adams!

She got out of the kitchen with the oatmeal pack and saw Adams fully dressed up with his bag by his side.

"You're not thinking of going to school in your condition are you?" She asked. He just looked back at her.

"Hey, I promise I'll take it to her, if it's about this. You should rest please. I can take it to her then come back here! I can't leave you to yourself in your condition."

He didn't say anything. Because no matter what he would say, Camilla wouldn't get it, and he doesn't know how to start telling her he just needed to see jasmine. A mere look at Jasmine's face was enough for him!

Jasmine's POV
I stepped out of Adams' car, the silence between us deafening. He'd treated me to a hot chocolate, and things had gotten awkward. Now, as he drove me home, the tension was palpable. And this was supposed to be a journey of making things right. But here we are!

Once we pulled up, he asked me to wait, and like a gentle man he got out and opened the door for me. I felt a pang of shame at his chivalry. "Why is he being so nice?" I wondered.

"Thank you," I whispered, hastily walking to my front door. I turned back, and he waved; I waved back, then shut the door, listening as his car roared to life and drove away.

I didn't stay anywhere but in front of the mirror in my bedroom, then I saw it, and oh! That's embarrassing. I got chocolate all over my face, or maybe not my face, but it's all over my nose! I looked like a mess with the chocolate smeared all over my nose. But as I looked deeper into my eyes, I saw the pain and sadness that lurked beneath the surface. I thought about Adams, about the way he had looked at me with such longing in his eyes. I felt a pang of guilt, knowing that I had hurt him. But I couldn't help the way I felt.

I picked a tissue and began wiping away my nose when it turned in to a wiping-hot- tears-session. I couldn't stand it. With everything going in my life, with my sickness, my family going missing— or i'm not sure yet! And then Adams! Now this! It shouldn't have happened! He will now hates me. And I don't want him to!

As I wiped away tears, I slid down the wall, sitting on the floor. I could see my reflection on the long standing mirror in-front of me, without realising, like some sort of a psycho i began talking to the mirror.

"Adams I know you have feelings for me. And yeah you're the kind of guy every girl will dream of and all, you've seen that in school with all your fans after all. But, I ain't able to return it. And i'm so sorry for that. I had to act that way, I just hope it didn't hurt you. I hope you won't hate me for this. You'll thank me some day over this!"

There are so many reasons we can't be. I don't like LIKE him. I know his feelings might be hurt, but I don't like him. Or maybe I do! But it's far deeper than just the mere word LIKE! And it's for the best! I don't like his kinds anymore! All whites are the same! They only grab pleasure from bullying innocent souls. After seeing what happened to my place I could only blame his kinds! It had to be something about the resources there! And who could supply missiles to my land if not his kinds? I'm sorry but after what happened to my town –my people, I had to put the blame on someone at least. Till I found the real enemy i'm cool with putting the blame on them for now!

Everyone knew his kinds could do anything for oil, gold, diamonds, and that's the truth! And which among the list Borno doesn't have?

"So sorry Adams!" I finally whispered to the mirror.

A/N
Salam guys. What do you think about the book so far? Would love to hear your thoughts on it. Also so sorry for taking forever to updates in shaa Allah will work on that. So sorry for the slow updates if you are following any of my books. Thanks so much for reading. I appreciate it so much.