Always Is Not Forever (Breaking Myself - Part II)

Bonus Chapter 8

". . . But he never knew that it really was his own Bunny, come back to look at the child who had first helped him to be Real," As the story ended, I closed the book and peered at the snoring Adyant, one of his legs flying out of the blanket whilst on the other hand, his twin stared at me with curious eyes.

Ah, the questions were going to be fired soon.

"Love can really do that?" Her voice a wonder as I placed the book on the side. "Turn people?"

"If you believe in it, but yes, it turns people to their better self."

"So if I love jumpy, will he become real too?"

Chuckling softly under my breath, I tucked her stray hair behind her ear. "Yes, he will, in here." My finger slipped to the middle of her chest, and a grin crossed her face as she hugged her three months old teddy bear close to her heart. "Sleep. You have school tomorrow."

"Wait!" She whined, her small hands flying in the air. "What about magic? Does it exist?"

Now that was a tricky question.

Sighing, I placed my hands on top of my knees, biting my lip and pondering what to reply to the four-year-old curious girl. As she waited patiently, I looked around her room, to the small shelf at the side for their storybooks, to the cupboard holding their toys and clothes, to the twin singular beds with stars pasted in the ceiling and twisted my lips in a smile.

Stars.

"Do you believe in magic?" I found myself asking.

"Yes but I don't want to believe in something that doesn't exist."

Peering at her saddened face, I placed my hand on her forehead. "The moment you believe it exist. If you believe in it, then, have faith and it exists for you."

"So I can believe?"

"As long as you want. Nobody can take your belief from you."

"One more question," She rushed out quickly as if aware I was going to tuck her in. "Can I not go to school?"

"Not a chance." Taking the blanket from her legs, I rested it to the chest, however, seeing her disappointed face, I shook my head and poked her around the stomach, and soon, the peals of her giggles echoed in the room.

When her eyes were closed shut and her breathing conveyed she had been asleep, I stood up, placed the book back in its place and drifted out of the room.

"Goodnight," I mumbled in the darkness, switched off the lights and closed the door. Tying the sash on my robe tightly, I paced to Nisha's room and wasn't wrong to find Rahul asleep with laptop on his lap and files scattered around him. I had told him to not do this again. Last time, he had gotten a sprain in his neck and for two days, had complained constantly why Nisha hadn't woke him up even if he was well aware of her late night duties.

Ah, she must be coming home soon.

Grabbing the laptop from his lap, I put it on sleep and kept it aside, grabbed the files from the bed and placed it on the table, and at last, placed in a sleeping position and covered his body with a blanket. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight to you too sis," He mumbled sleepily, hugging the duvet tightly and snuggled deeper into the bed. Switching off the lights of his room, I paced back to the kitchen to boil the milk, tapped my fingers on the slab, and at last, poured the milk in the mug to take it back to my room, to the man sitting on the bed with his reading glasses and a file in his hand, laptop dropped to the side.

"Drink." I advanced the mug to his side.

Cocking his eyebrow, he spared a glance to the black mug in my hand and went back into his file. "Keep it at the side."