The Sweet Nothings || ✓

'ALWAYS HAVE. ALWAYS WILL'

His cheeks hurt from all the smiling that he was doing.

But he couldn't stop.

He had to make this work because this time he was sure about the plan.

It was not going to be spoilt by anyone, let alone him.

So, thinking about the nearing end of this game, he approached the girl infront of him.

Maia Oberain seemed too lost, still trying to process the information he had given her.

He cringed from the inside, thinking about all the things that had happened to this innocent girl.

He hadn't molested her, but whatever had been done had had enough affect.

Her memory was gone and now all he had to do was feed her lies and she would agree to accept them all, blindly.

Finally, the right pawn would be ready to play the game.

But right now, he had to be able to pretend well.

Maia looked up, eyes filled with questions.

"Maia Black." She internally, wished to the Gods to send back her memories but she knew, she would have to wait.

Meanwhile, Xavier flinched. Another lie spoken amongst the hundreds to come.

"And you are my brother?" She asked him, to which he nodded.

"Yes." He paused. "I am so happy to have you back finally." He hugged her. And surprisingly, for sometime, Felt at home.

He drew back.

"But what had happened?" She asked him.

Xavier shook his head and held her by her shoulders.

"It's not the time to ponder over that right now. We have a lot of catching up to do. I am going to go outside. If you need anything just call out my name. The bathroom," He paused slightly, "is to the right. Take care."

Having said this, he smiled and moved out.

Maia was now alone in the room and the information was seeping in.

She had a brother who seemed to love her too much. And something bad had happened, very bad. Bad enough for a memory loss. She immediately wanted to know what had happened, but saddeningly she had to wait. At least for now. Shaking her head, she moved towards the wooden door of the closet and entered. She had to freshen up, clear her mind for a while.

Closing the door behind her, she removed her clothes and entered the bathroom.

Just like the room, the bathroom was well equipped and glistening white.

She walked in and towards the bathtub. It was already filled with luke warm water.

Sighing to herself, she was just about to enter the water paradise when she saw her reflection in the mirror.

Through the fogged mirror she could see herself, abnormally thin.

She moved closer and cleaned the fog.

Her face was pale and her hair, almost wild.

But what surprised her were the cut marks across her skin.

They looked to be nearly healed. All had different shapes, different sizes, but all looked vivid. Painful even.

Maia looked down at herself. Her trembling hands came up to touch the scars softly.

She was scared.

So scared.

To know what had caused this.

The skin felt soft under her touch.

She touched the scars across her chest. They seemed to be brutally carved there. Done over and over.

The ones along her thighs were short but they had healed lesser than the rest of them, meaning they were deeper.

But the most horrible sight were her arms. Every second inch of her skin had a scar. They had healed the most, nearly disappeared.

When Maia looked closely she could see that a name had been carved there but those scars had faded nearly completely to even make something out.

She was looking a bit more closely when her head spin suddenly, making her bend down immediately to hold the basin for support.

Her head pounded and suddenly something flashed.

A girl with short curly brown hair stood infront of her, her eyes crinkling at the corners with the wide smile on her face.

"I love you. Always have. Always will, Mae."

And it vanished.

As sudden as it came.

But Maia could still see her face flash behind her eyes.

Who was she?

Maia tried to think harder but nothing came to her. Nothing. She knew, this girl was someone important to her. But who?

Questions surrounded her but her mind was devoid of answers. She let her head fall back and her mind drifted to 'what if's.

Gently and very slowly, she moved to the bathtub and sat down in it, letting the water calm her down.

Meanwhile, Xavier was in his study, going through the papers regarding the plan. He glanced down at his watch. It was already time for her to be here.

That one person who had made this possible, without whom everything would have been futile.

Useless.

Without whom he wouldn't have got Maia.

As if on cue, the door opened and a lean body clad in leather slipped in. Here she was, with there brown hair tumbling down in waves and the once innocent eyes reflecting deep loathing and mischief.

"Hello Xavier." She smiled.

"Hello to you too, Hazel."