Noori

I shivered under his gaze and recoiled back on every step he took towards me.

My eyes unwaveringly stood on his hands that held the pistol in loose, with which he shot twelve men to leave them groaning in pain. He wasn't the man for whom I had flown down here, to Italy, to confess my love.

He kneeled just before me, with only an inch of space that separated my knee from his. I shrinked in my place and recoiled back as much as I could, he noticed my action and clenched his fist tightly. A vein popped over his arms, decorating his pale skin with green and blue lines.

"Who are you?" I asked,

"Look at me, in my eyes, if you want me to answer," he said,

His sound was familiar, the same, the same as that of the Neil who I have known, who teased me, who fought with me. But a tint of authority, darkness, and haziness was mixed into it now.

I looked straight into his eyes gathering courage,

"I am Neil"

"No, you're not. You are not my Neil" I roared out loud and fell before him bawling. I couldn't help but cry and burst all my pent-up emotions.

"What did you say?" He asked while he gathered me in his arms.

I pushed him back and crawled away from him,

"Go away from me" I shouted, but in quick steps, he was near me and snaked his arms around my waist to pull me to his face. My chest collided with his and my knees hung low in the air.

"Repeat what you said before"

"You are a monster. You are not my Neil" I snarled at his face, trying to push his face away from me.

"My" He whispered and kissed my hand with which I was trying to push his face away.

"You said, My Neil" He said and I cried again remembering my love, my Neil, who I fell in love with.

"Give me my Neil back" I whimpered, each second I sobbed louder and fell on his chest.

He held his arms tightly around my body and took me in his arms. I was dizzy and I couldn't even keep my eyes open. Before my world turned black, I only remembered him carrying me in his arms and getting inside a huge car.