Lust ➳k.th

XXVI

 

  ❝ If I can not bend heaven ,
then I will raise hell.❞

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S O F I A

As the night fell even; the stars hid away, their beauty in darkness unable to shine, unable to guide a traveller home. I moved back and forth inside my room, trying to calm my rapid heart beating; a cold breeze fell through the curtains, and I allowed myself breathing to relax all though a battle was being wagged within my bones, tearing me apart from the seams.

A silent-gasped escaped my lips ,when I heard a knock on the door; it's him what does he want in the middle of the night.

       “Sofia open the door, I know that  you are not sleeping. I want to talk to you,”he says as I hear him sigh heavily leaning against the door.

“What could've been left between us died today, I'm not going to stop you from marrying her and I don't want you to keep holding onto me,” I whispered half, my voice turning into  silent sobs unable to hold myself I fell on my knees, holding my breath as I tried bracing myself.

          “It tortures. How can you ask me to let go of you? I am someone who've been drowning in the sorrows and burdens of my life," he swallowed as I hear him chuckle bitterly as then he emphasized the latter words in a soft tone,“you're the shore, Sofia.”

Pulking myself together, I wiped my tears with the hem of sleeves and  locked the windows and walked over to my bed; I knew he was still there but I am not going to let him in, it's my choice and I did right. And heavens only knows what would happen if I let him in.

“One day when all of this is over——you’ll only remember how fought for you but never of my pain, that you've caused to my already wounded soul, every day, every minute that you've pushed me away from you. It'll haunt you but don't you worry...I'll be still there holding my hand out for you because; I wanted you then, I want you now and I'll keep on wanting you forever,”Taehyung’s voice sounded lurid, grufly as I found myself cauldron with repressed anger as I listened to his fading footsteps.

I missed him like madness. I missed him so I lay in bed, and thought of him because without him art had no beauty, and life had not meaning

•••

An illuminating light shined brightly across the room, from the window pane creating vivid patterns against the marble floor.

I glance up at the mirror, I am a carbon copy of my mother even—dark brown-hair falls strangely into similar waves that cascade over my shoulders. Just that my mother was a happy soul and I am a lonesome creature, with longing ache that always feeds on other’s pain. I guess, that's what I've become and my mother would never be proud of that.

An unpleasant voice escapes my lips as I look the woman in front of the mirror, I look different ,my once shimmering eyes now were dull with dark shadows underneath them.