Kai ignored the burn. He asked himself for the hundredth time, did alcohol burn more with emotions hammering through his synapses...
Looking to the floor to ceiling windows, covered by curtains that were doing a piss poor job of blocking out the sun, Kai squinted in pain. Unaware of the time, day, or his alcohol blood level count, he'd been trying and poorly failing at blocking it all out.
No matter how much he drank, no matter which bottle he snatched off the many shelves in this shitty college bar, his thoughts wouldn't stop. The scenes... wouldn't stop replaying in his head. He felt. God, how he felt. He felt more than he had ever felt in his entire life.
Her body falling to the ground played like broken record through his head, he drank for a reprieve. It never came. All that dispersed the gruesome vision was invading thoughts of his brother. He hadn't cared, in the slightest during. At least, he didn't think he had.
He'd always objectively known how people love, care and worry about their family and loved ones. Kai even thought he'd felt it on the rare occasion, the same as everyone else, just diluted. He'd killed his brother, his little brother. He'd been about to kill his twin sister.
The emotions he'd felt during, were emboldened. They were battering him now, dragging their barbed edges through his subconscious where as, at the time they'd been locked down tight in a corner so hidden their shouts were nothing but whispers.
Kai's memories were becoming jumbled, emotions slotting themselves into his unconscious so effortlessly he was questioning whether he never felt them to begin with.
He would plead with his mind, his emotions for a reprieve and that was the worse part. It would answer, with a slideshow of moments of her. The first time he ever saw her.
The scene unfolded behind his aching lids, Kai was wandering endlessly when he slowly began to notice changes, things having been moved ever so slightly. To then hearing her voice, singing. Some song that would've been released decades after his imprisonment. He saw her walking away first.
She was walking along a suburban neighbourhood, swinging her arms and skipping along to the beat of a song only she could hear, Damon trailing not far behind.
The emotions he felt in that moment, felt so much more potent now than they did then. He thought in that moment, his heart would beat out of his chest. But that feeling paled in comparison to looking back now.
Raising his head off the bar, Kai smiled into the dark empty bar. His eyes still closed, he raised the bottle of inscrutable liquor to his lips and took a generous swig.
The moment he saw her face froze in his mind, her dip-died hair swung around as she responded to something Damon said with a care-free, taunting smile on her face. It felt like he was back there, seeing her for the first time.
Taking another gulp, he slouched back onto the sticky bar. Is this how intense emotions are for normal people? Kai felt torn open. Like he'd been sliced from chin to waist and all of his vitals were exposed to the outside air, swaying with the breeze and like at any moment they could be impaled.
He heard something hit against the door. With muted effort, Kai raised his head, using his arm to support the massive weight on his shoulders. Through his fingers, he glanced towards the entrance just as it was pushed open.
The heavy wooden door swung inwards and the harsh light of a street light momentarily blinded him. Letting out a humourless laugh, Kai murmured, "That late, huh?"
Once his eyes adjusted to the muted light, they allowed him to make out a silhouette of a woman at the door. He saw blonde hair haloed around their shoulders and slumped back to the bar.
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Thrown Into The Deep End · Kai Parker #2
Fiksi PenggemarHaving the floodgates to your emotions released, seconds before the only person you care about is killed, right before your eyes, can really fuck with a man's head. -------- This is a place holder descriptor and will evolve and improve with time an...