Toughest Thorns Ever

"Towards the goddess, Cruss." I said through gritted teeth.

"Cruss!" My eyes were shut but I knew he was still facing me, his hands clasped infront.

"Towards the Goddess." He mindlessly whispered. I peeked at him, whose posture was still directed towards me. My eyesight had gotten glassy.

"Cruss, I-"

"I believe in you. I believe that you'll make everything better and there will be a time where we will wake up in the morning together on the same bed with a smile rather than concern. I believe that someday all of this will be over and we would also have a chance to kiss before going off to our respective jobs. I believe that there's a better future for the entirety and you will be the reason behind it."

Tears spill down my cheeks and land gracefully on the beautiful red net Sarree I had worn.

An arm warms around me, pulling me closer to his body. He glanced at me through the corner of his eyes and indicating his clasped hands towards the sculpture of the beautiful Durga Goddess, he said through closed eyes, "towards the Goddess, Deadwings."

I do as told, turning my tear stained face to the front and closing my watery eyelids shut, I let my thought spiral take over my mind.

Now how shall I explain to my innocent Cruss that people like us, the saviours of good nonetheless filled with the blood of evil will ever even imagine to concern themselves with a future.

You, my dear, may be the Artery of the idea, spreading the goodness of it throughout, but I'll always be the Vein, equally stabilizing the evil in it.

Always savouring the neutrality of my wicked deeds...

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