How Things Fell Apart (Flashback 1)

|Innaya|

My shoulders were shaken, and I realized though I had stopped thinking, my gaze was fixed on the cut. I raised my head when I heard Eshan's frantic calls. "Are you listening to me? Innaya? Damn it! Innaya, look at me."

"Oh! I'm fine. I'll just clean this," I muttered before wriggling out of his grasp. The pain in my heart was getting unbearable. I could hardly handle myself. My legs were shaking and I really wanted to sit somewhere before my sorry figure collapsed.

"I'll clean. I'll clean. You just calm down. Sit here, I'll be back right away." Eshan's whole demeanor had changed. Gone was the anger, and only concern remained in his eyes as he repeatedly tried to hold my injured hand.

"No need, Eshan. You might not be done with what you want to say. Don't mind me, do continue. I accept it's my fault. It's my fault. I deserve this wound. Don't worry about it—"