Roses of Possession (BOOK 1 || EDITING)

29: A pendant for true love

☪Dark and Mysterious Love Trilogy:

"Roses of Possession"

29: A pendant for true love

 ❛There will be a time when I'm no longer here. I'll be unable to hear your laugh or feel your skin under my fingertips. Even though I am not there with you, I want you to experience things. Do things I was never able to do with you and remember... You Mean Everything.❜

[ZAYN'S POV]

With no absolute reason, I found myself silently gazing outside the sunny meadows of the palace. The clear blue skies seemed to be a constant reminder for me how lonely I had been for the past few days. It seemed to be dull. Not a satisfying moment was poorly given to me since that morning. 

Every second turned out as a torment for me. Right now, I can't take full blame for everything like what I prepare to say before every decision I plead myself to make. Yes, that's right. With everything I do, I entirely please myself that it's right no matter how intelligent I am and no matter how upright my brain is for telling me that it's something not to be done by a fool like me.

Maybe an attitude that I have is responsible for all this. A usual attitude that everyone normally have. Well, not an attitude and rather a thing that goes in package with every soul in this universe.

Pride. 

It was my pride that swallowed the real Zayn I'm supposed to be. It was that stupid pride that conquered and brainwashed me from the inside out. To admit, I never wanted to be me. Who said that being a mighty Prince having ladies and servants bow to his feet with constant care and desire is easy? Everyone wanted to me because they envy me. That's funny. Because the truth is, I envy them. 

They would pay big to be me and I would trade everything just to be them right now. My pride changed my personality. I used to be the jolly kid who loves to draw things with my imagination and I was just that little merry boy who wanted to be around people so much.

Now, instead of having desirable things painted in my head, it was overpowered by supernatural strengths and capabilities I know I could forcibly get. And instead of wanting to be around so many people, I chose to be quiet and alone and just completely down to myself. I couldn't say that nobody ever tried to knock and kick my walls in. Because actually, there was.

Harry. 

He was my brother. Yes, for the first time, I stand up to say that he is. And I am forever proud that Harry is a part of me. He was the only person who stayed when everyone turned their ways; away from me. He stayed through hard times and even though I was trying to push him out, he kept crawling back in. He said he was my brother and he said that it's his job to look after me. 

It was rather funny because one time, back when I was a kid, I attempted suicide. Why? I don't know. It's just the feeling of tiredness because you're alone and nobody gave you any attention. Harry saved me from that depression. Harry was my hero. My brother is my hero.

Smiling to myself, I wiped my cheeks and leaned back on the chair. The weather is too tempting. I wish nothing happened. I wish I'm just back to the old me playing kites with Harry. But no. I can't change the past anymore right? What matters is if I could completely do my responsibility to stop the doomed future I'm about to cause.