HIS FATAL SHADES (BOOK-TWO)

18— A past memory.“Hope is a natural feeling because when you have hope; you are never a prisoner to anybody.”— Saumya TripathiHow ironic was it to actually understand why the most dangerous place for humans was their own active minds? Wasn't it?It could do both: soothe you with positive thoughts or mentally crumble you into pieces with its overthinking negative skills. It won't take much but everything out of a person that has to offer before laying them bare, empty, and insane with no sense of knowledge about their surroundings or situations. It tears you apart inside and out if you let it control you before you control it. I blinked at the view before my eyes. With my posture crouched and legs surrounded by hands, head on top of the knees, I sighed despondently. The tip of my nose felt heated. The first ray of sun beamed brightly in the firmament, spreading the dark yet light hues altogether: red, pale, and orange, mixed up distantly, making it look more beautiful and mesme

Answers are what I seek! "Quiet down, will you, little one?" His voice was polite and composed somehow. On the other hand, I was everything but calm. I just shook my head negatively."No, give me the answers I seek! What're you trying to hide? Do you want to tell me that? Either whatever you said was just to lure me into believing your forged story or you aren't telling me everything. Just tell me, why? I say!" He pursed his lips together."Now, that is, I don't understand what you're babbling about, little one. I don't seem to comprehend."I negatively shook my head. “You do!”“I told you what you should know.” His eyes were blazing. “I won't repeat the same things numerous times for you to just keep on denying it.”"Why am I here? Is this what you are not getting, or are you simply trying to disregard it?” I yelled yet again. “Don't you already know the answers yourself? Or do you keep on denying it for the sake of it getting changed?” He took a step closer. “Let me rephrase it o

19— Deep wounds. “Knowledge comes with a price that not each one of us is willing to pay as it takes courage to change the perspective one has known since they have been born and brought into the world with morals varying from society to society.” — Saumya Tripathi “Accept it.” It was easier said than done! “How can I just accept it? Trust him? Hm?” With sadness in my eyes and a clog in my throat, I mustered up the courage to ask the question myself loudly. I was terrified. It was an understatement. “Why wouldn't I be?” I remembered his words as he spoke in his deep, throaty voice about the past that I had no memory of. I shuddered while recalling it. Each word made my nerves go haywire. "You had an accident when you were little, causing the memories to be interlocked in a certain part of your brain, letting you form a wall over it.” I could still even remember what he said to me. It was as if a dam of cold water had been broken on me. “We had a bond.” The

Determination. Calming my erratic heart, I took long, deep breaths. The anxiety that came from overthinking the situation wasn't making it any better. Neither would anything be accomplished by it. Having no choice left, I tried to stop thinking about the overbearing thoughts that were trying to consume me. Later on, I went to my sleeping brother, who was sleeping on his side, adorably. Sitting beside him, I stared at his small, innocent baby face, which had so much innocence and unawareness of the situation we were in. Blinking, I stroked his fluffy, light red cheek lovingly.“No matter how, I'll take care of you, Shaur.” Mumbling, I kissed the crown of his head. He stirred at the remark. “Wake up, Shaur. How much will you sleep, baby?" Taking his small form on my lap, I croaked, massaging his dark brown hair gently. I kissed him softly to annoy him enough for him to wake up. He pouted even in his sleep. I smiled in spite of my sadness and insecurities. Smooching all over his face,

20— Conversation.The miseries of life never end. Or does it? Because as far as I have felt, we just get used to living with them in it. —Saumya TripathiHaving taken the sips, I gulped, and when my fits of cough subsided, silence followed.In the silence of the room, the sound of my heart's mellifluous beating in my chest was deafening. I felt a shiver run down my spine as his deep-voiced sentence intruded into my mind again. A mystique breeze whispered past me as I shivered lightly at the intensity of my own fear. As my cough ceased, I drew back slightly. “So does that mean you were in love with me the moment you saw me?”The hair on the back of my neck stood up to the attention while having an unsettling, familiar feeling of being watched. I breathed shakily. "Good girl. Now, it wasn't that hard, was it?"My hold on the glass tightened. A droplet of sweat strolled down my neck somewhere as I gulped. “Hm?”I dismissed him completely. From then on, we sat silently with my food, w