There's Always A Reason... [Book 1]

Chapter 22

Leila's POV

"Sean?" I said.

"Leila." It had become our thing.

If I said his name, he'd say mine.

"What was that?" I asked in bewilderment. Everything happening was so weird and odd but both of us were like as if it was very normal. We both were so casual. So I asked him straightforwardly.

"Sometimes, the best thing to do is not to overthink. Just let it be." He quoted someone's saying.

Of course, he was himself trying to escape awkward conversations.

Stupid Leila! Stupid! Who asks such questions?
My consciousness informed me.

I closed my eyes with random stuff in my head. That is when I remembered my plan.

"Sean." I said.

"Leila." The expected reply came.

"Can we please go meet everyone? I miss them." I asked in hopes.

Honestly, it wasn't a lie. I DID miss them.

But my hurt and disappointment easily subdued by emotions.

They left me with Sean as if they were ready to get rid of me. They abandoned me like I was never a part of the family.

Don't think I'm a pessimist but sorry not sorry, you can't blame me for being an observer. I don't care if my observations end up with some rude or mean conclusions. If it is, then it is.

"Sure." Sean plainly replied to my question.

Something was not right. Saying that single word wouldn't take so much time. I just hoped he didn't understand my plan. Or otherwise, I myself would be quite ashamed.

He ran his hand in my hair and this act, got me flattered.

And now, I missed Mr. Myx.
Mr.Myx was my only tedd's name. He was my brown bear with lots of fur.

I used to hug him and cry whenever I missed Momma and Dedda. Just like a mother, he would let me embrace it, and cry till I fell asleep.

I stood up and Sean sat down, just staring at his laps.

"What's wrong, Sean?" I asked getting a little curious. I wasn't getting worried. It was just that the curiosity got the best of me.

"I have something to tell you, Leila." He again took my name in an odd way.

I just nodded and sat on my knees. He replied as he started staring at an endless looking aisle,
"Today, when I was at work, I found a rogue. He was involved in the Rebel." He paused.

Whenever someone said, The Rebel, we knew which rebel they were talking about.

"What did you with him?" Again, curiosity got the best of me and I asked.

His reply was just as expected."I killed him. With my own hands. Well, I would use fangs but..."

I was bluntly looking at him. No response.

He was just talking when he noticed my stare and looked at me and then trailed off his words.

I still didn't reply because I was busy in an internal conversation with my consciousness.

The Rebel had always been a sensitive issue for me as it triggered those uncertain and disturbing emotions which were nearly impossible for me to handle. Emotions which made me so much confused about how should I response.