♚ 2.12 The Lone Wolf ♚

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Posted: November 4th, 2018

♚ Aarush ♚

♚ Aarush ♚

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2.12 The Lost Wolf

          "What are you afraid of?"

Laying back on the couch in the living room, staying awake for my shift, her question echoes in my brain. The questions she so-innocently asked to carry on a casual conversation. Perhaps to forget her own fears. And yet, she had no idea what wounds she pricked at.

"What do you have to live for?"

I turned aloof in response... for how could I tell anyone I no longer have anything to live for? Sometimes, I cannot bring myself to accept that reality.

I sit up in frustration, running my fingers through my hair and wincing slightly when the movement sends a jolt to my injured arm. It burns but I wish it'd burn more than the emptiness in my heart. Because in my opinion, a physical wound would still hurt less than an emotional one.

I was better a few days ago when I was still in the shadows. I know, I kept telling Eva that Jhanvi deserved to know. Sadly, I did not realize what repercussions I would be facing as a result. Now that she knows, there is no excuse to stay back in the shadows, unspotted the way I liked it. I am much better at being the lone wolf.

Inhaling deeply to compose myself, I lean forward to grab my laptop from the coffee table and flip open the screen. I stare at the lock screen for a second before thinking to myself. I really need to change this years old screensaver. And yet, like every other time I have thought this, I leave it as is.

Typing the password, I try to distract myself with some work.

. . . ∞ . ∞ . ∞ . ∞. . .

          At the crack of dawn, I decide to take a quick shower thinking everyone would stay asleep a while longer. But just as I walk out of this guest room, I spot Jhanvi trying to sneak out from the kitchen exit. I clear my throat to get her attention, crossing my arms across my chest.

She freezes in her step and turns back with the typical busted expression which she quickly tries to cover with a feeble smile, "Good morning."

Instead of replying, I question. "Going somewhere?"

"Oh, just out for some fresh air. It's a pleasant morning, you know?"

I raise my brows to deliver the message of do I look like a fool? No one would believe that excuse. Not when she is dressed to go outside and sporting a purse on her right shoulder.

Knowing that she can't talk her way out, she exhales a defeated sigh and fesses up, "Fine, I need to go somewhere."

"Where?" I ask for her statement was obvious. It did not give the details I am looking for.

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