บททั้งหมดของ The Burning Desire: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

How do we tell the sea that we are drowning on land? -Unknown. |Z Y R A|The past, a labyrinth of memories and emotions, is a realm where the boundaries of truth and perception blur.Chaos, screams and violence surrounds me. As I sat there, trapped in the swirling vortex of my own memories, I could feel the tendrils of darkness wrapping around me, pulling me deeper into the abyss of my past. The room was spinning, the walls melting into a blur of shapes and colors, as the machine that Cillian had hooked me up to continued its relentless assault on my mind.I opened my mouth to scream but no sound escaped, or maybe it did but never reached my ear or maybe the assault on my brain is too much to focus on anything else. Though, I hear Flora screaming on her lungs demanding someone to stop, when she recieves no response her cries turned to plea and eventually, begging. As much as I am trying to keep myself in control, I am loosing it. I

And if life is repeated a thousand times still you, you, and again, you. -Forough Farrokhzad. |N I C O L A S|I never thought it would come to this. My brother, Lorenzo, standing in front of me, his gun pointed at the woman I love, Zyra. The tension in the room was suffocating as the seconds ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity. Zyra, her eyes vacant and distant, couldn't distinguish between friend and foe. She was trapped in a mental prison of her own making, a hell created by the sadistic hand of her kidnapper, Cillian. I couldn't bear to see her like this, lost and broken."Zyra, please." I begged, my voice clearly hinting the desperation and plea in it. "It's me, Nicolas." My voice trembled as I pleaded her to come back to me from whatever world she is in right now.Her finger tightened on the trigger, and I knew that if Lorenzo made one wrong move, she would end it all. The room was silent except for the steady hum of the air conditioning.

They say the hearts are connected. I miss you, my heart is bleeding for you, did you sense it? -Unknown. |N I C O L A S|They rushed Logan inside the hospital immediately, though his injury looked bad, the only relief was that he was still conscious. Flora was crying, wait no, she was bawling her eyes out, holding onto his hand like its her life. At the door of the ICU, they stop Flora from entering, "Ma'am, you can not go in." The staff tries to tell her but she looks hellbent on not giving a shit about them. "You do not tell me what to do." She yells at the staff and this is the first time I am watching her this furious. Crystal tries to hold her back but it is impossible when she looks ready to storm. I take heavy steps in her direction, I do not know why I am doing this. I never cared before. I hold her by her shoulders, making her look at me, her glossy eyes stared into my empty ones. Grief is a weird thing. People grieve in dif

And today, all you did was hold yourself together,I am proud of you. -Unknown. |N I C O L A S|I returned to the penthouse twenty minutes later and the sight that greeted me was not something I was expecting. Aleeza, my younger sister, who always seemed to smile wide and like a sunshine, was crying. Her eyes red and swollen as if she refused to take a break from the crying session. Lorenzo has locked himself in his room and have declined to let go off his stubbornness. He would not say it but I know it is about Zyra. He regrets pulling that trigger specially, after knowing that she is pregnant. We do not know if Zyra was aware about the pregnancy but according to what doctors said, she might not, because if we do the right calculations she got pregnant when she was kidnapped and what is even more surprising is that it has been almost three months and she is not showing much yet, sure enough if you focus on her abdomen and look for l

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