Until we meet again

Rain

Pic of Maria and Zane

Sorryyy for the late update hunz. Quarantine really had me lazying around and stressing out🤦🏽‍♀️ Didn't want to write and mess up the story in the process so yh. Hope you'll enjoy this chap tho. Love you'll 💖

Zane's POV

Blood.

Not champagne or wine, not barbecue sauce or ketchup from the beach party. But blood.

Her blood.

The violet red stained my shaking hands, the color so raw and vivid as the images that flashed in my mind. They were images of her body, slowly collapsing to the ground, her crying out in excruciating pain , and blood oozing out of her head.

Her blood.

Then there was her glossy eyes that were as pure as a dove's, as golden as the sun in a gloomy day. It was almost as if they were begging me to take her out of her pain, but before I could do anything she slipped into unconsciousness.

I look out to the small bathroom window to see it raining outside. But as if the clouds themselves felt my agony, the sprinkling immediately turned into a torrential downpour and the wind howled along with it. I turn to look down at my bloody palms once more, regret ripping my insides piece by piece. I tried to fight back the crippling anxiety that clawed at me, but it overpowered me, draining the little strength I had left in my body bit by bit, until I was left a crying mess.

It's quite strange actually, I don't usually cry, or at least I never allowed myself to anyway. I remember when I was ten years old and in the third grade. That unforgettable term was all about playing boys catching girls, getting my lunch on time and bullying. Yeah, bullying. Literally got a whopping from the principal every single time for it.

But to make a long story short, report card day came and i got a GPA of 1.03, miles from my usual accomplishments . So my mom took it upon her petty self to punish me for this, but no matter how many spanks I got I never cried. Yeah I winced a little here and there but not once did a shed a tear. My dad and sister had quite a laugh that day. Can't say I didn't laugh once or twice too.

Yet here I am crying my lungs out like a child, dabbling into the blurred depths of sadness . The tears poured over and streamed down my cheeks like a river escaping a dam, dripping down to my bloody palms.

A small sob break  it's way out of my throat and all I could do is turn on the sink. I slowly wash my hands, watching the stains fade from my fingers and the diluted blood slither it's way down the hole in the sink. I then quickly washed my face, washing away the evidence of my brokenness that  I refuse to let anyone see.

Turning the sink off, I look up to the mirror.My hair scattered like a bird's nest. My face, pale like that of a vampire's. My eyes, bloodshot as if I hadn't slept in days. Looking back at my tattered reflection I take in a long steady breath, gracefully letting it out along with a pinch of the tension that had built on my shoulders . Taking a towel from the rack I wipe my hands and face off, immediately tossing it to the countertop and made my way out of the bathroom.

I wandered the house that can be considered as my second home , straying away from the path that led to her room. It was quite difficult, considering that I wanted to see her so badly, to make sure that she was indeed okay like my uncle said. But for some reason I didn't want to face her just yet.