OBLIVIOUS REDEMPTION

CHAPTER 30: Different Shades Of Her

~No medicine cures what happiness cannot. Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom~

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Ammar

I stared at the Velvet drapes that framed the beautiful arched windows in my room. the lace inner curtains remained drawn, allowing daylight to enter while rendering the heart-stopping view over the city a blur

And then again, I was attacked by the thoughts of her (Aaliyah) by my mind

Aaliyah is receptive, like a deep vessel into which life is poured. If I hadn't been terribly abusive, she would have been happier.

She is filled out by her fate. I actually think that this is quite rare, the capacity to become the whole shape of the accidents that happen to you.

She is like the sun, She knows her place in the world. She would shine again regardless of all the storms and changeable weather, She wouldn't adjust her purpose for things that pass. I never know what lurks just beneath the surface of her fragile sanity.

Just when I was about to step into the shower, I heard the sweetest voice I have ever heard humming a song. I followed the voice and it led me to Aaliyah

I froze, admiring just how beautiful, innocent and clueless she looks. She's kind of a walking poem, she's this perfect beauty...but at the same time very deep

She woke up earlier than usual today, and she seem to be in a very good mood. before I got out of bed, she had already made breakfast and showered. Though she is still walking around the house in her bathrobe, humming a song.

Why is she walking around my house like she owns it? I asked myself

I gave her a puzzled look, while trying to figure out what's up with her. But it seems she hadn't noticed me, she headed to her room holding a cup of coffee in her hands

Curiosity is my besetting sin. I became curious, and so blind is the curiosity by which I am possessed. I followed Aaliyah to her room.

When I entered the room, I found her looking out the window to nothing in particular. In her eyes is the light that you see only in children arriving at a new place, or in young people still open to new influences, still curious about the world because they have not yet been scarred by life.

Her eyes were like those of someone who has just fallen in love, someone who sees nothing but her lover, someone who has no fear of anything. The eyes of someone who believes that every dream will come true, that reality will move if you just give it a push.

I cleared my throat so that she would acknowledge my presence while I stood right beside her. She just took a sip of her coffee, without sparing me a glance.

"See, let me tell you this, you're a waste of human life and you would be better off as a grain of sand. If you were a grain of sand, you would serve a purpose in this life by being The dirt that holds me up from touching something lower than you. Now you know where you stand in this world, Right below me" I told her

To my surprise, her reaction today was different. She seem to be unbothered by my insult and she did not cry.

What has happened to her? I asked myself, sighing inwardly

Life! It always has something puzzling to say and something new to show. It happens when it's least expected, such a turn, such a scene! I thought as I watched her, desperately trying to figure out what had happened to her.

"I'm still In love with my ex girlfriend, she was a generous woman. Nobody can replace her" I said again, searching for a reaction. But nothing

She looked into my eyes and smiled. Then She lowered her lashes until they almost cuddled her cheeks and slowly raised them again like a theatre curtain.

"Breakfast is ready" she said, making her way into her closet

Her voice is as intimate as the rustle of sheets. God has set within her a femininity that is powerful and tender, fierce and alluring. I'm addicted to her allure and I'm fiending for a cure.

I left her room puzzled, I had a shower and got ready for work absent minded

I was having breakfast when Aaliyah came down the stairs Carrying a small, luxurious and stunning handbag created by the luxury brand "Hermes". It has been crafted to resemble crocodile leather and is made up of solid black.

She dressed very attentively, putting on a black T-strap high-heeled shoes, a black straight skirt, a crisply ironed grey blouse, a grey zebra stripped turban, and a black choker to match.

She is clearly dressing with purpose and it's evident that she perfectly understands how to use her personal colors, style, body shape, and proportion to achieve her personal goals and objectives.

I guess she chooses to be dressed to kill even when her world is ending, Or maybe she wants to impress someone, I thought

"I'm going out now, I'm resuming work today" she said, as soon as our eyes met.

"What? Work? Regards to your confused boss" I said sarcastically, with my voice full of mockery. Then I started to laugh

She didn't give me an answer, she just gave me that look that says "I don't have time for your retarded games, I have more important things to do" She made me look like a fool, and I felt embarrassed. I stopped laughing abruptly.

The look on her face confirmed that she is damn serious and I realized she wasn't joking about going to work.

She gave me her wicked-sweet smile and the stars sparked in her beautiful eyes. I wanted to call her, but I had no voice. I smelled the mixed scents of her, and I can imagine me kissing her sweet lips again.

I watched her walk to the door looking like her mighty hips are moving mountains. It took me a moment to recover from her bedazzling spell. She left me with so many unanswered questions. What has changed? Why is she suddenly so happy? Is she sick?

I have seen a different shade of Aaliyah today, and I'm not sure I like it.

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