Chapter : 2

Chapter 2

I closed the door of my room with a dizzy head still filled with the flashbacks rewinding that day.

Why is he here? After three years later?

After no explaination!

Why now, when I have made my mind to forget him and move on?

Even though, it's not his fault. Of course, it's not like it's my home. He can come whenever he wants, who am I to stop him.

Wiping away the unwanted tears that I didn't realize are staining my cheeks until I facepalmed myself to get back to senses.

I walked near to see myself in the dressing mirror, and it was too obvious.

Too obvious that I cried. But it's not like anyone is going to care.

Even though, my pain has always been quite obvious, no one really paid attention to it. So, I never felt any need to hide it properly, but then there was this boy, the boy who used to see through my soul.

Like I was some mirror, and he was habitual of seeing things within me, as he used to refer me as his own reflection, does this means back then, he was troubled just like me?

Leave it, get hold of yourself, Arabella.

Act normal.

But how am I supposed to when I know that he will exactly know how troubled I'm right now?

More tears fell down, I tried to wipe them off harshly not caring about the redness that is already pretty obvious.

I ran to washroom, splashing cold water til I feel nothing but numbness.

He is back, but calm down Arabella.

Calm down, you promised Laren to give a chance.

Arabella, you can't play with someone's heart.

I tried, I kept trying to convince myself to not lose my mind when I have to face everyone downstairs and the whole city tonight.

But I don't want to go downstairs, I don't want to go anywhere. I just want to lock myself here. I don't want to celebrate my birthday.

I already hate it.

What should I do? What should I do? I need to tell this to someone but whom I don't have anyone.

I tightened my grip on the wash basin rim, as the water kept flowing from tap, hiding my loud sobs which were almost difficult to hold anymore.

Maybe, I'm just overreaacting. Maybe it's just sudden outburst after seeing him.

But I don't know how to react, I don't know what to do?

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.......

After half hour later, I finally walked down stairs taking careful steps to not make any noise.

Even though, my eyes are still bloodshot red, and nose probably red from crying for this long, and now I'm feeling all sick.

This is one of my curse, I fall ill whenever I cry, and right now I'm feeling sick in my head.

As I reached the main corridore leading to the hall, there was none, which was quite new.

Because it's my 19th birthday and there is this much utter silence, is every thing okay?

Normally on this same day, every corner of this house used to be full of people and flowers just to show off their wealth but right now it's exact opposite.

But it's a good thing. I don't want to see anyone right now.

I kept walking with a sigh of relief, but then suddenly I saw Laren walking towards me with a gentle smile, I wish I could love this person the way he loves me.

I brightened my smile, seeing him coming to me.

“Happiest birthday, Ara!”, he wished in his merry tone while throwing his arms around me with a light peck on the side of my head.

He has been nothing but sweet and warm to me, but......

No buts, Arabella. I don't want to hurt him. My inner voice hushed other voices in my head.

“You are looking more pretty, my lady! How is it even possible for you to get prettier with every passing second?”, he said once pulling himself away from me and taking a better look at me from head to toe.

I know he is just flattering me, because I'm at my worst state right now.

“Stop lying, Laren.”, I said with a little scoff, rolling my eyes. As I turned my head a little to look out of window where I spotted him.

Right outside the window, standing in the lawn, both hands tucked in pants, still dressed in indigo shirt, but the starting three buttons undone, his forehead covered with the messy knots of curls.

And I forgot all the reasons I gave myself to not think about him.

But I have to, even if it's inevitable, I still have to, but then his eyes, those black eyes, looking at me with such importance that.......

I turned my eyes back to Laren who was looking at me with something that I immediately lowered my gaze not willing to face him or his distress gaze.

“You excited for tonight's party?”, he cleared his throat sensing my sudden change in behaviour.

“Arabella, I want to take you somewhere, so may I?“, I stared at him as he offered his hand for me to take, even though it's going to give him nothing but pain, I placed my hand in his which he wrapped in his gentle but firm grip leading me outside from the back door.

And the thing I saw there left me shocked. Outside, the whole land was filled with the petals of cherry blossoms.

The entire goddamned land.

“How did you even get them?“, I asked in complete awe, but this only saddened me more. This only made my mood swings more worse.

I tried to smile for his sake, while looking up at sky to hold back the tears that are so ready to just shed down.

“You liked it?“, he asked with his pretty smile, his hooded eyes clearly shinning more brighter than the afternoon sky.

I bit the inner lining of my cheeks to hold my cries as I gulp hard to get rid of the knot bubbling in my throat.

“You know it was not necessary”, I said which was merely a whisper.

“Ofcourse, It was. You deserve it, Bella. More than these small gesturs. You deserve my heart and you know that.”, he held my both hands looking at me with such look that I'm incapable of giving back.

I hate myself, I really hate for not being able to love this person.

“You shouldn't and you know this too Laren.”, I said, pressing my lips in thin line avoiding his gaze.

“I have to Bellie, you finally decided to give me a chance. I'm so grateful for this and I'll always be.“, he kissed my knuckles with utmost care with his eyes still shinning with honestly.

I immediately pulled away my hands from his grip as I nodded to him before turning back to the petals covered ground, I took few steps near it finally kneeling down to touch them.

These soft pink petals which smells like my long gone childhood. How to tell Laren that the reason behind my likeness for these flowers is him?

How to explain this to even to myself?

I smiled to myself as I took a handful of petals in my hands bringing them closer to my face to inhale it's scent with closed eyes.

The first breath was calmness and familiarity.

The second breath made my throat itch.

By the third, my head was spinning, and my lungs felt too tight, like someone tied a ribbon around my chest.

That’s when the tingling started. Not the good kind as I was brought back to the orchard where I was introduced to these flowers for the first time by none else but him.

I made them caress my cheeks as my head kept playing the flashback of those days where I had him, where I was important to him, where I had a home.

But then there's a saying that people can't be homes, they are like rivers always flowing, always changing, never steady enough to give you a place to stay.

He promised to be my home, but then promises are made only to break, right?

The two people in my head kept arguing, one talking against him and one reasoning for his every action.

That was when I felt a strong pull on my forearm, forcing me to stand on my toes with such swift movement that my eyes opened in a blink in reflex and that was when my eyes met a pair of raven black orbs, looking at me with anger.

But my mind was so consumed with the fragrance of those petals that it was so difficult to decipher anything happening around me, my body was feather light, almost floating.

I couldn't feel my weight on my feet, it was as if they were dangling in air. I tried to keep my eyes open, but they keep trying to resist my attempts and admist all this what didn't change is his eyes, those, these worry filled eyes.

“Darla! Darla! open your eyes. Stay with me, Darla! You listening me....... who............ did this. Ar.......la!”, all I could hear was his faint voice, his mesmerising voice, the voice that I love so much.

And at last, I gave up and gave in to my head and darkness embraced my senses as I leaned to him for his familiar scent.

How could I ever unlove Raden Rhodes Hemsley when all I can see is him, all I want is him?

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Another chapter. I got my inspiration back, so I'm going write it more often.

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