|the naive rebel|
━━━━ ♛ ━━━━xxxii| Insecurity is a witch
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Can I just blame this chapter on my mood swings- PMSing (when I started writing the chapter) and my cramps.
Thank you (not) very much.^I have no clue what I wrote, do tell me at the end!
I tried editing it, but I still feel I have ignored many mistakes. Feel free to help me.
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Third Person;
Focusing: Ishaan
━━━━ ♛ ━━━━Emotions.
The word lies in the Oxford dictionary; page 223, the eighth word from the start of the page. The meaning explained;- instinctive or intuitive feeling as distinguished from reasoning or knowledge.
But that is in literary senses. Nobody, let's repeat, nobody can decipher what truly emotions mean. We assume it, we feel it, we sense it, but can we understand it?
We live in a world where one emotion is masked by another, there is happiness on the outside but hollowness within. There is pain and hurt but there's also joy and excitement.
Nothing is true until we start understanding it.
Keyword being 'understanding'.
Ishaan is someone who has kept a shield over his heart and mind since the day he lost his everything. He hates being vulnerable, but at the same time, he wants to share the pain. He has had perfect control over himself for years, being in a field like this- he was trained to be insensitive, hostile and honest. He hates sugar coating things and hates when others do it.
He has been brutally honest and dedicated towards his work but then, how can a normal girl make him drop the shield he had held onto for so long?
What was it that pinched him when he saw her worried, why did he want to comfort her?
Why. Every problem he is now facing starts with the question 'why'.
And, then again, why is he suddenly turning apprehensive about himself; his nature, his words, his behaviour, fuck about everything.
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