Surrendering. It is the kind of ambivalent feeling that stabs you with pins and needles while it applies cooling ointment and covers you in a warm blanket. It is strange, it is unimaginable, it is ironical.
And once, under the ebony sky, in the middle of the bone-chilling night, the words said were as ironical as the feeling itself, the emotions flowing through the speaker and coursing through the listener were also as ironical as the feeling itself, the setting and the discussion, almost everything... even the moment was as ironical as the feeling itself. I surrendered.
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"Jackson, I'm sorry," came her voice. She sounded apologetic, her honey-coated voice dripping with sympathy. I almost believed her; she sounded miserable, after all. However, when I looked into those mesmerising eyes, I could not even locate a shred of the sorrow which had been in her voice. "Myunye, he's my only family," I argue back. There has to be another solution, and even if there's not, we'll just have to make one. But she's not listening. Her stubborn nature, which I so unfortunately love, making me agree with no matter what she proposed." You wouldn't need him. We'll be your new family," she smiles a little at that statement.
I retort once more, saying that we shouldn't do it, that the girl was too young for such a task; that the task was too traumatising but she giggled. Calling me a worry wart, she took my hands in hers and just like that, I felt my protests and opinions tugged how that smile tugged at her lips.
I relented, not as reluctantly as I would have liked, because she was laughing, her eyes were smiling and her dainty fingers, curled around my palm, were drowning me in much-needed comfort-- no matter how fake.
It is three days since the discussion and I was eating lunch with dad on our penthouse balcony. I had cooked today and he was praising it while I denied and said that he would have made the dish better. He laughs and I feel light inside. I love hearing my dad laugh, he does so very rarely, after all. His face is gorgeous, amiable, welcoming. I like how his perfect teeth show when he laughs and smiles; his happiness always drove away my dark thoughts. He opens his mouth to say something but his phone rings. An annoyed frown adorns his face and he checks the caller ID before sighing and turning to me with an apologetic smile. He gets up and goes into the living room, talking animatedly. I continue eating, deciding it might just be an important business call. He returns as I'm starting dessert and apologises. I smile, I understand.
He then tells me who called and my smile falls. Apparently, it was Myunye.
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A/n:- Okay, I know I haven't updated in five years but school got the better of me and now that I finally have free time to type, I'm planning to update till chapter 20 ASAP so please spare me T^T
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