Minutes Before The Miracle

CHAPTER - 13

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Thought of the chapter:-

Our sweetest songs are those of saddest thought.
       - Percy Bysshe Shelley

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STEVEN

Every single object blacked out, accentuating an uncanny halo around her. It unfolded like a scroll; my shout, her flabbergasted expression and then the emphasis on her being.

The look marring her face is that of betrayal but the rightful owner of that countenance is standing at the threshold with two mugs of coffee like a pure idiot.

I quickly cover the distance between us and place the mugs on the table with a thud. She slightly shivers at the loud noise which she should.

"How dare you touch my personal possessions without my presence? Return me the folder. Now."
I growl.

Fear flashes in her eyes and she visibly gulps but doesn't budge. Shaking her head, she clutches the folder, pushing me to the pinnacle of my temper. I snatch the folder from her but by then, she draws a sheet and starts sprinting.

Fine then, I will do it her way. Two can play this game.

I begin chasing her and not after anymore than half a minute, I pin her to the wall, with my arms shackling her. The mingling of the heavy breaths is palpable but hers is more laboured than mine.

In this condition of awkward positions too, I feel captivated as if she cajoles me, harnessing the might of her eyes.  And even though I hate to admit it, this simply feels right.

I reach out for the paper but she moves her hand abruptly.

"Hand me that sheet." I command.

"You write songs?" she asks.

"Is there an end to your queries?" I counter.

"Not the answer."

All my patience is draining from my being, filling it with exasperation and anger to the brim.

"I do. Now return me the sheet."

"Not before I read."

What the hell!

"Don't try me." I warn her but her eyes dip down to the piece of my writing.

I look at it too and in the very next instant, I hate her, myself, as well as fate 'cause the title reads,      
      
                       'HAZEL EYES'

"HOLY CHRIST."

A deep feminine voice rings in my entire library, to which I jerk around.

Before a single word could emanate out, two figures come almost darting towards us. I already know full well that they don't need an introduction.

"Steve, I knew it...," one says.

"Me too. Just look at you." The other squeals.

They don't even allow me to reply and face Emma. Both of them are giggling, exchanging glances and Emma looks flustered and a bit embarrassed as well. Little does she know about the embarrassment that is yet to come.

"Hi. I am Aria, Steven's sister."

"Same here except my name is Avery."

"Umm... Hi. I am Emma." she waves.