8. Echo Lost In Space:
Nyla:
I knew skies were blue. And the sea was blue, so were his eyes. Who carries the weight of these things?
"Where have you been?" I asked opening the door. Alec smiled at me, not saying anything. His hair was disheveled and he looked like a mess. He had a bruise near his eye. "What happened?" I asked. "Were you in a fight?" I asked. He blew out a breath turning around to face me.
"No." He lied.
"Who was it?" I asked folding my hands across my chest.
"Nyla. I don't feel like talking." He said walking away.
"You never do." When you need it most. That was always Alec's problem. He wouldn't open up. He would lie. He would let himself go down the downward spiral knowing well he was going that way. It was the reason, we broke up. No matter how hard I tried. It felt like, I wasn't enough for him. No matter how much I tried. He was always there for me, but he never let me do the same for him. He would rather break down alone than have anyone hold him. And after a point, it just hurt too much to see him like that.
***
Alec:
I looked in the mirror. This is gonna look bad. I thought studying the bruise just below my eye. My hair was too long now. I combed my beard with my hand. If Iris was watching me, I wanted to look presentable. I laughed at how silly I was being. Maybe that's what she was reduced to, my incentive. My company when I was in isolation.
I mean, how bad could madness be? Seeing Iris, was... like panic. But if that is removed. It felt so divine. It feels like I know her. And when her hand touched mine. She didn't feel like a stranger, more like a soul-mate. Literally.
***
"Haircut? You want ME to give YOU a haircut? Do I look crazy to you?" Nyla asked.
I rolled my eyes at her drama.
"Remember last time? She asked.
"That was, like, a century ago." I said calmly. I had merely shown her a little dissatisfaction.
"Dude. It was a few months ago." She said, a hand on her hip.
"Just do it." I said walking towards her.
"You grumbled for weeks, Alec. And I remember you clearly said, you never want me to touch your hair again."
"I don't remember that." I mumbled scratching my beard. She stared at me. "I'll pay you 60 dollars."
"You want me to trim the beard too?" She asked in a serious tone.
"Yeah. That's what the extra is for."
She nodded making me laugh.
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