❅ Gruesome Heartaches

Lina remains unmoved.

She curled, and hugged her knees, burying her head above them. Beads of water streaming from her wet long black hair, leaving her touch in cold on the pavement.

Don't cry..Don't cry..

A cascade of tears forming on her eyelids, making their way out. She stiffled her tears, trying to hold them down, though she couldn't able to hold them longer. She let out a small little wail that escapes her small little lips.

Tears.

She never expects she'll cry again. It's been a few months. She doesn't remember when she cried before.

The pain on her chest— seeking to burst. A heartache of excruciating pain that never wants to leave her alone. The previous moments of him disturbing her mind, penetrating her every piece of her soul with a bunch of knives.

She never wants things to repeat again. She'll never let him.

He had broken her wings to fly, He'd break her but no, she wasn't willing to let herself fall, nor letting herself drown again. She will un-root itself, to run, to take off, to swim, to soar, to dive, to pick up and put back herself, piece by piece. And then, fly away again.

She tried to stand and headed to the bathroom again, to wash those filthy things away where she wish that they'd gone.

She winched a little, trying to ignore the burning sensation between her legs as she faced slowly on the mirror.

She saw her reflection. It was a girl in her age with the light bulb beamed down behind her. A fierce glint in her dark brown eyes, gazing back at her as her black hair flared down to her shoulders. A faint small scar between her thick eyebrows and black orbs. She had a long nose with a sharp jaw on her face. Her skin was pale as a sand dessert. She wore nothing but a towel.

Glancing at her reflection, she furrowed her eyebrows as her lips pouted like a set in a sulky adorable moue. Her cheeks puffed in red from crying and her lips, quivering with the tears. She dived her palms to the water and raise to herself.

One splash.

Wash away the tears.

Two splashes.

Never cry for someone who isn't worth it for you.

Three splashes.

Stay strong. Lina. You've never been down this way.

Taking one glance to the mirror, and left to change for her clothes.

After that, she dives to the bed to have rest. She loses her appetite for breakfast. Nor, she wanting to meet him. Tsk..

She shut her eyes and let herself succumbed in darkness.

Meanwhile, the cat-looking man arrived in the dining room. Once he glanced at the table, he saw two plates that had prepared for both of them. A hint of sweet aroma from pancakes, tingling his nose, for each plate it has three-piece of it and, two eggs too.

There's a small paper had placed near the flower vase, it says 'bon appetìt' which means, Enjoy your meal.

The cat-looking man felt guilty and ashamed for what he did earlier. He thought she was the same as the previous trainers that use trazers, giving them punishment for their own pleasure. He found out that she was different besides he didn't see her bring any weapons around her that made him more confused.

He took a bite of the pancake from his plate then he paused, he never had this treatment before. He forgot the last time he tasted something good.

Now, it's making his guilt even more.

After he finished the pancakes on his plate with the eggs too. He knew he still craving for more though it was rude to take her meal.

He wondered why she's taking so long. So, he decided to leave her meal on the table.

Few hours had passed, he noticed she didn't arrive yet. Now, he was worried if she's done something stupid. Plus, a skinny fragile human like her shouldn't skip meals like this.

He put her meal on the microwave after it heated, he take it and brings it to her room.

He knocked at her door, only respond with silence.

After few attempts, he decided to open the door to see she was asleep. He watched the peaceful figure snore softly in her sleep as her thick black hair sprawled away on her pillows. Her soft lips hung open slightly with some drool at the corner of it.

He pursed his lips into a faint smile.

Cute.

He fretted over her and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, ran a hand of hair which makes her stir lightly, having a soft smile on her lips even though she's on her slumber.

He put the tray next to her and take a last glance on her before he left.

"Sleep well" a faint voice ranged on Lina's ears, she didn't know who it was, however, she returned back to her little dream.