My scars are a testament to my survival, a reminder that I am unbreakable. -Unknown.|Z Y R A|I remembered those days from my childhood all too well, as of they were scars etched into my very soul. The spiked belt, an instrument of pain, its bite searing into my young flesh, leaving behind not only physical wounds but also indelible memories of fear and helplessness. For most children, memories of their childhood might be a blur but for me, everything is crystal clear, like a curse always with me, in my mind, ruining my sanity. The sting of their slaps, a sharp reminder of their rage and my undesirable presence in their life, echoed in my senses even now. Each time their hand met my skin, on the little inconvenience, it felt like a betrayal, a breach of sacred trust between parent and child. The trust which was supposed to be earn, I gave them that simply, without asking for nothing bit affection in return, just like that. But only if, I
She is the missing piece I never knew my heart needed. -Unknown.|N I C O L A S|It was close to morning now. As the first faint light of dawn begun to paint the sky with lighter hues, I sat on that lonely beach with the weight of anger running in my veins and the sadness crushing my heart. She, the woman I started to care about more than anyone else opened up to me about the horror of her pasts, finally, talking out loud about the mental and physical abuse she had endured. She had never, once in the last few months I have spent with her, I saw her crying. Neither when I roughly fucked her like I could not stop myself from breaking her nor when her own house burnt to ashes leaving her homeless with no memories left. But she cried. She cried today, her tears breaking like a dam soaked my shirt while I held her in my embrace, leaving my emotions swirling like a tempest. I have seen the scars on her back, but before I could ask her anyt
|Z Y R A|Something was wrong, even when everything seemed just normal and good.Sitting in the living room with all the friends, I could not help the feeling of uneasiness that settled inside me. The sounds of laughter reached my mind which came from none other than my friends but the tightness in my chest just increases with each passing second.Nicolas was sitting beside me, his one hand wrapped around my shoulder, flushing me against his body while his other hand made random drawings on my bare thigh with his fingertips. He was lost and as present as he could be.A few nights before after I opened up to him, things changed between us. I feel like we connected in the most vulnerable and emotional way. Before, it was attraction, sexual needs, possessiveness but now it was different. It was different for both of us because the bridge did not seemed to exist between us any longer but a fire did.The fire of lies I have built. The fire of lies whose flames would catch up to us, sooner
When everything was falling in the right place, in one moment, everything just fell apart. -Author. |Z Y R A|A sense of foreboding clawed at the edges of my mind, like a dark shadow lurking in the corners of a room bathed in light. Everything appeared normal—the laughter of my friends, the clinking of glasses, the pulsating music—but beneath the surface, an unease gnawed at me. It was as if the very air held its breath, waiting for something to go terribly wrong. My fingers tightened around the glass, and I couldn't shake the feeling that today, on this seemingly ordinary night, fate had something sinister in store.My phone rang in the pocket of my shorts, diverting my attention from the conversation that was going on between all of them. I stood up and walked away from them to a more silent place. I checked the caller id and my heart stopped beating for a quick second. Cillian Vader. I attended his call, pressing the phone to my
You are the missing piece I've been searching for, and now that I've found you, my heart is complete. -Unknown. |N I C O L A S|Zyra had been acting weird since last night. I have noticed it, hell, I am noticing it. Since the phone call she received last night she has been looking lost more than ever. It is like something is going on in that mind of hers which she refuse to speak about. She is laid down right beside me, her back facing me and she is too stubborn to look me in the eyes when something is bothering her. I sigh, not knowing whether to force the words out of her or give her space. All of this is so fucking new to me yet, it somehow comes so naturally to me when it comes to her. "Zyra," I called, my voice soft and gentle, meaning no harm. I know she is not asleep. I know she is awake because her breathing rate is quick unlike when she would be sleeping. She does not say anything, trying to portray that she is sleep when I am
Her heart yearned for love, but the lies of her past threatened to steal it away, leaving her with a choice she never wanted to make. -Unknown.|Z Y R A|I woke up at 4 in the morning after sleeping for three hours. Nicolas is still asleep, his arms wrapped around me in a possessive grip, making me smile. Just the thought of being someone worthy of his possessiveness is enough to make my heart flutter.I look at his gorgeously sculpted face, the peace on his face rare yet serene. I trace the line of his jaw with my fingertip, memorising his features because I don't know how much time do I have to be with him, like this. It's been two days since the phone call I received from Cillian.Just the mere thought of parting away from him and never seeing him again dulls my mood, he tried everything to lift. I stretch my body up, reaching his face before pressing my lips against his in a gentle affectionate kiss.Just as I went to pull away, his grip on me tightened and my eyes widened in horro
You are the fire in my soul, and I'll never extinguish it. My love for you burns brighter with each passing day. -Unknown.|N I C O L A S|In this chaotic world of shadows and secrets, I found my light, my solace, in the form of Zyra. She is the calm in the midst of my storm, the delicate touch that tames the ruthless. My heart, once a fortress of ice, thawed under the warmth of her love. Her presence is my sanctuary, her laughter, a melody that drowns the sirens of this dark life.Life is changed, for good, because of her. She has become like an addiction to me. It's like she has actually become a reason for me to live and it is impossible to survive or breath in
In her eyes, I glimpse a labyrinth of secrets, and I'm ready to navigate the twists and turns to discover the truth. -Unknown.|N I C O L A S|"You did not knew?" Flora questioned me and I shook my head in response, negatively."No, we talked about the bad and the worst part." I tell her and prepared myself to listen about the better and badass part. "We ran away when we were thirteen or something." Flora jumped and settled herself on the kitchen counter, her legs swinging in the air, crossed. It is absolutely unbelievable for me to believe that they ran away. I mean, I have heard stories of people running away from their house, sometimes for good and sometimes for worst. Bu
One month later...The grand wedding venue was a masterpiece of elegance and charm. The entrance, adorned with towering pillars draped in ethereal fabrics, led guests into a fairy-tale setting. The ceremony garden, bathed in a soft glow, featured an elaborate floral arch with cascading roses, lilies, and orchids. Inside the reception hall, tables were adorned with luxurious fabrics, set beneath the warm sparkle of crystal chandeliers. Each place setting was a refined work of art, boasting delicate china and glistening silverware. The room was aglow with the soft flicker of countless candles, casting a golden ambiance.Crystal and Flora, looks elegant in their bridesmaid dresses. The dress is a simple yet elegant peach-colored gown. It features thin straps that delicately rest on the shoulders. The dress is long, gracefully flowing to the floor, creating a light and airy look. The peach hue adds a soft and charming touch, giving the bridesmaid a subtle and lovely presence. Aleeza is d
Life starts all over again when it gets crisps in the fall. -F. Scott, Fitzgerald. |N I C O L A S|Two months later..."Is it even good to eat pickles and chocolate together?" I ask Flora, who sat beside me eyeing the food eating monster ahead of us. Two bowls, one of pickle and another of chocolate rests on the table and we are strictly ordered to keep my eyes off that food, because apparently, that weird combination of food only belongs to her. We would not even like to ruin our taste buds with that. Thank you very much. "Does it matter?" Flora asked me, holding the glass of warm milk in her hand that Zyra needs to drink to digest all the food she has been eating lately. "She would not stop, anyways." She shrugged. "Why don't you talk to her about it?" I tell Flora, because if I would go to talk to her she would start throwing things at me, which includes everything from cushion to flower vase. "And, get myself admitted in the hospital?" Flora
Until you have tethered your madness to someone else's sanity in order to keep breathing, you don't know vulnerability. -Nicole Lyons.|Z Y R A|In one quick move he reached for me, tugging me against his chest as he claimed my mouth with his, in a kiss that was so much hotter and possessive. His lips slanted over mine, hot and needy as his tongue tasted my mouth. I froze in shock for two seconds or three before I kissed him back. His mouth was punishing, slamming against mine, savage and raw. He attacked me with his lips and I met every single assault of his, I moaned into his mouth. Explosions of sensation that I felt all over my body as his mouth attacked mine were so intense. I kissed him just as savagely, channelling all my rage into the kiss, biting his bottom lip, hard. I bit hard enough that it draw out blood and I tasted blood, my tongue darted out to swipe at his lips. He growled low in my throat, pulling me closer. His to
People will kill you over time, and how they will you is with tiny, harmless phrases, like "be realistic". -Dylan Moran. |N I C O L A S|The loud piercing scream of the man travelled to my ears, providing the extreme relief. In the shadowed recesses of the chamber, an oppressive malevolence hung thick in the air, suffocating reason and festering in the very marrow of the room. The acrid scent of fear, a tangible miasma, intermingled with the metallic tang of desperation, creating a spectral atmosphere that clawed at the edges of sanity.Cillian, the hapless who had dared to sever the tether to my soul, now cowered in the spectral gloom, his futile resistance against unyielding restraints a pitiful ballet of despair.A cruel grin twisted my lips, a grotesque mask of malevolence that reflected the abyssal darkness within.The flickering light, a feeble sentinel against the encroaching shadows, cast ominous shapes upon my countenance, morphi
And, I wonder what is a greater wish, this entire world or to be free from it. - Cara Dekel.|Z Y R A|Two months later..The morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow on our shared space. Nicolas, with his overbearing protectiveness, insisted on handling even the lightest chores, citing potential risks that only his mind could conjure. A simple task like reaching for a cereal box became a hilarious dance of him swiftly gliding in, determined to be my knight in shining armor."Nicolas, I'm just grabbing some cereal, not defusing a bomb," I teased, watching his serious expression dissolve into a reluctant grin."You never know, love. Pregnancy cravings can be unpredictable," he quipped, handing me the cereal box with a flourish.Did I mentioned that ever since he has started calling me love, I get this weirdly good feeling enough my stomach where I just wants to remove everything from between us and kiss him?Just like Ni
No human being has ever stood so close to my soul as you stood. -James Joyce. |N I C O L A S|I stood at the edge of the hospital bed, Zyra resting peacefully amidst the sterile surroundings. Her dark hair spilled over the pillow, a cascade of untamed waves framing the serenity on her face. The lines of worry that had etched themselves into her features were softened, replaced by a newfound vitality. The transformation was as palpable as the anticipation in the room.My gaze lingered on the subtle curve of her belly, evidence of the life growing within. The very thought of the tiny heartbeat beneath her skin fueled a fierce protectiveness within me.Zyra's lashes cast delicate shadows on her cheeks, and the rise and fall of her breathing was a soothing rhythm. The beeping of the machines served as a background melody, a reminder of the fragility of life and the strength that could emerge from vulnerability.Her hand, warm and delicate, reste
In the era of calamities, you are a moment of peace. -Unknown. |Z Y R A|Noah's words rings in my ear, 'Both, the mother and the baby are fine.'Who the hell is the baby, they are talking about?When I asked the question, everyone in the room shared looks with each other as if contemplating whether to tell me or not. "What is it?" I asked, no one in particular. Because judging from their faces whoever answers my question can enter in the list of my favourite people. Shawn, who is standing at the foot of my bed spares a glance to his boss, as if telling hin that it is all on him. Aleeza and Crystal looks worried and concerned? No idea what it is but I am starting to realise it is pretty serious. "Noah, what baby are you talking about?" I ask the doctor himself, not relying on the people around me. Because right now, they are as good as a phone without internet. Noah looks guiltily between me and Nicolas as if contemplating whether to an
You touch me like everything you asked god for. Underneath your hands I become poetry. This is the alchemy that you do. -Unknown. |N I C O L A S|She woke up. After two days of misery, two days of going through absolute hell, she finally rewarded me with her life. Her hauntingly green eyes came to my view and I swear I have never breathed and sighed in relief more. Her pale face slowly returned to life and all I could do was thank her for returning. She came back, that's all matters.Her gaze met mine, and in that charged moment, time seemed to hold its breath. The room, still and sterile, bore witness to a reunion tinged with the weight of our shared history. Her green eyes, a repository of unspoken stories, traced the lines of my face as I stood at the threshold of her recovery."David," she spoke my name, the syllables carrying a resonance that echoed through the silent space. A fragile smile played on her lips, revealing a vulnera
Today once again on the thread of my sorrows,I have strung the flowers of your memory. -Faiz Ahmed Faiz. |Z Y R A|My eyes flutter open, and for a moment, the world is a blurry canvas of shapes and shadows. The soft hum of machines and distant shuffles of footsteps weave into my consciousness, creating a disoriented symphony. Where am I? What happened?As clarity gradually infiltrates the haze, the sterile scent of a hospital seeps into my awareness. White walls stand guard around me, and the rhythmic beeping of monitors punctuates the stillness. Panic flutters within me, a caged bird desperate for release.I turn my head, a slow, deliberate movement that sends a wave of dizziness through me. The sight of an IV drip, its thin tube disappearing into my arm, anchors me to a reality I struggle to grasp. Questions crowd my mind, a carousel of uncertainties spinning faster than I can catch them.Then, as if emerging from a dense fog, faces come int