Made the death cry

Soon his eyes opened but it was her dreams that broke.

He moved away from her at such a speed that she almost felt like a disgusting insect. She quickly hides her pain, not that he would be able to catch it.

Sometimes she wonders how he's a killer when he can't even catch the emotions of other people. Or at least, hers.

"What am I doing here?" His eyes were blank, it was as if he had done something forbidden.

"I did black magic and entered your body before walking to my house and then room and then finally crawled into my bed," she said with an eye roll.

She was trying her best to bring other emotions out of her heart, just so her eyes wouldn't end up filling themselves.

She was the most annoying person she knew, the most sensitive one despite being so strong.

Her eyes would speak before her, they would cry before her heart and yet, she was attached to such a promise that was no less than a curse to her.

Oh, what a curse it was to have a heart full of ocean and not be able to drop at least one drop.

Her heart aches every day. If she was her younger self then she would think that she had some heart disease but the older her knew that it was simply the pain.

The pain that she can't let go, can't bring out, and nor she can let anyone see that.

"I am not in the mood for a joke, Heaven. You know that I don't sleep after fucking, why did you let me stay?" He asked in the calmest way possible.

"You are a grown man and what do you want? Should I have kicked you out? You seemed tired and ended up falling asleep. I see nothing wrong with it," she said in a small voice, knowing exactly what was wrong.

"You know what's wrong. You know why I don't do that. You know every fucking thing. You know why she left and yet, you won't tell me," saying this he got a hold of her neck.

His eyes were as dark as night, clearly giving away his anger.

"Everything you do or say is connected to her then why am I still here? Why are you punishing me for something I haven't done? Hasn't all of these years been enough? Wasn't crushing my soul enough? Wasn't snatching my first love from me enough?" She wanted to scream out these words but she couldn't because she wasn't him.

She wasn't the type to hurt people who were already hurt.

How could she expect a person to know the right way when they have lost the direction of their own life?

She could only scream in her head.

"I know nothing," she said, looking down. His grip only tightened.

And she was a psychopath for it but she wished that he would choke her to death. She wished the person behind her all miseries to kill her with her miseries.

She arched her neck a little, giving him more space for a tighter hold.

He chuckles.

"Such a small liar you are. Don't you think that you deserve punishment, huh?" He said moving his face dangerously close to hers.

His lips were almost touching hers. Her eyes widen.

He never kisses. It was a rule that he made himself.

The closer he got to her lips, the tighter his hold became.

She wonders whether she would find her death in his lips.

But won't that be a blissful death? She would die happily. He was worth everything. The pain, the suffering, the sacrifices, the unheard screams, the dried tears, everything.

She closes her eyes, waiting for his lips. She could feel his breath on her lips.

Her insides screamed with excitement. She felt like she could die at that moment.

She never felt such emotions. It would be her first kiss and that too from him.

Watching her state, he smirks.

"Such a slut you are, despite the grim reaper knocking at your door, you are waiting for my lips," he whispers against her lips.

"See you at the show today, little liar," he said while leaving.

Her eyes opened, her dreams broke and she was gaping for breath.

It all happened too fast, one moment she was so close to getting his kiss, and the next moment, he was already out of her house.

Her insides were still screaming and she noticed wetness down there.

She, indeed, was a slut, slut for him.

But soon her excitement leaves her body and overthinking consumes her.

She was thinking about death earlier but would she be able to face her parents after dying? Would they be proud of her?

She couldn't save her dignity, she couldn't save her dreams and most importantly, she couldn't save her sister.

She doesn't know in which condition she is and the worst part? She can't even call her.

She was smart enough to know that her phone was being tracked. One call and both of them would be caught and it would no doubt arise hell because neither of them would back off.

She was in a dilemma. One part of her heart was kind of grateful because her sister wasn't here and she could finally have the love of her with herself, maybe she wasn't in his heart but he was at least within the reach of her arms and that's more than enough for her.

Another part of her was worried sick for her sister. She hasn't talked to her for the last so many months.

The thought of whether she was still alive or not was enough to turn her blood cold.

She wished she was brave and strong enough to stop her. She wished she wasn't as selfish as she is. She wished she died, not her parents.

In this way at least they would be happy. She wished so many things but at the end of the day, she was stuck with calling herself unlucky and wished for death every second.

Her situation perhaps made the death cry.