Rainbows after Hurricane

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Song of the chapter/ Holding on and Letting go by Ross Copperman

Dianna tries to make sense of what is happening around her but for the life of her, she cannot understand anything. She wishes that she is just seeing a dream—but—registering the hard glare Zach is directing towards Asher is making it hard for Dianna to believe it to be just a mere dream.

Her eyes flickers between Asher and Zach like a tennis ball being passed between the two rivals, before she clears her dry throat. "Zach!"

Upon hearing her say his name, Zach shifts his attention to her, his eyes softening slightly. "Come here, Dianna. We're going home."

Dianna cannot understand anything. She glances to her side where Asher is standing with his head hung low, as if he is ashamed to look her in the eye, which left her confused more than anything.

Just when she thought, they were not hiding anything from her, she is proved wrong. Again.

                "Are you guys going to tell me what's going on?" Dianna asks, looking between the two guys, her heart hammering inside her chest loudly like someone is pinning millions of nails inside her without an ounce of afterthought.

               "I said we're going home, Dianna." Zach says with an edge on his voice, like he is refraining himself from spitting out fire.

Dianna sighs, throwing her hands up in the air. "I thought we're over this, from keeping things with each other. It's clear that something is going on. Just tell me already."

               "Go home, Dianna. You're over analyzing things." Asher speaks, looking at her but not exactly looking at her.

                "Asher—" Before she can get the word out, she is tugged backward. When she glances back, she sees it to be Zach taking her away. "Zach! What the hell are you doing?"

                 "I am taking you home. How many times do I have to repeat, Dianna?" Zach lashes out, surprising her.

                "I can walk on my own. And, I am not leaving until you tell me what's going on between you and Asher."

               "Nothing's going on, alright."

              "Don't even try to give me this bullshit." Dianna yells, trying to wriggle her hand free from his vice-like grip. "You two are not even looking at each other and you expect me to believe that everything is fine."

               "Not now, Dianna. I am not in the mood. Just...stay away from Asher, that's all."

              "What? Why? And for god's sake, will you stop dragging me away and leave my hand. It's hurting."

Just as the words are out of her mouth, a hand covers the part where Zach is holding Dianna and stops them in their track. Dianna raises her eyes to see Asher standing in front of them, his eyes trained on Zach.

             "Leave her, Zach. You're hurting her." Asher says with the calmness, he always uses to talk to everyone when they were being stubborn.

Zach raises his brows before looking at where Asher is holding them. With a sudden yank, he draws his hand back as if the mere touch from Asher is burning his hand. "Who are you to tell me what to do, asshole?" Zach spats, his jaw clenches tightly sending daggers to Asher.