Her complexity challenges my patience, but I choose to persist. -Unknown. |K I R I L L|The searing anger pulsing through my veins threatened to consume me whole. Her words lingered in the air like a haunting melody, her defiance echoing in the dense silence of the forest. My jaw clenched as I fought to rein in the tempest raging within me. How dare she challenge me, question my authority in my own realm?My gaze bore into hers, searching for any sign of fear or submission. Instead, all I found was a fiery determination, a spirit refusing to be broken. A flicker of admiration pierced through the haze of fury, an unexpected ember of respect for her unyielding spirit. But I couldn't afford to let it sway me. Not now. Not ever.I glared at her, the anger still burned within me like an unquenchable fire.The audacity of this girl, to follow me into the heart of the unknown, was beyond comprehension.Her defiance had awakened something prim
Fear may linger in the unknown, but so does the potential for endless possibilities. -Unknown. |A L E E Z A|Life is so unpredictable; one moment, you're peacefully sleeping, and the next, you're thrust into the adventure of a lifetime. Just like now,I had confidently told Kirill that I would find my own way, and here I am, shouting for help, hoping against hope that he hasn't gone too far and will come back. Because as much as his anger, no matter how profound, is better than my current situation.And I have no idea who dug this pit in such a deserted jungle. What did they intend by digging it? In the pit where I've fallen, all I can do is hope that no wild animal passes by, or else they'll have a ready-made meal served on a plate. In the middle of the night, I don't think anyone other than wild animals will be around here."Someone help!" I screamed again, the darkness around me only intensifying my unease.Due to the plaster on my
It's a profound realization when the villain of your story transforms into a character, full of nuances and contradictions. He wasn't bad; he was merely a man navigating the complexities of his own narrative. -Unknown. |A L E E Z A|The next four days passed with the speed of a plane. Kirill still lives in the same house as mine, that means my house itself. Because my right hand decided to play hooky, leaving me to fend for myself. Our talks? Well, they're more like nods and those awkward glances you give when you accidentally make eye contact with a stranger.Since that night in the scary forest, we haven't argued much. We haven't argued at all. We just simply ignore each other's existence. Well, it is not as simple as it sounds because whenever Kirill is in the same vicinity as mine, I quickly sense him and I hate it. I hate it how I am always quick to feel him in the room even before he enters it. "Need a hand?" Kirill asked, yesterda
I carry the weight of my existence, a burden even to those who love me. In the silence of my struggle, I find solace in tears, for they speak the heaviness my words cannot convey. -Unknown. |A L E E Z A|Hallucination has always been a foreign concept to me, despite my understanding of the word. However, that perception seems to be changing at this very moment because, I think I am hallucinating now. No, I am pretty sure I am hallucinating. Why else would Kirill, a man who regards me with a gaze suggesting he'd contemplate snapping my neck if given the chance, be here rescuing me from Niall, who is no less of an asshole?"Stay out of it, King." Niall seethed through gritted teeth, addressing Kirill with his laat name, his eyes focused on me with sinister ideas in them. I might or might not shudder at the dark look in those eyes.I acknowledge that I grew up in a world where people faced worse, but since it was never directed at me, I grew up like a mafia princess—sheltered, loved,
We don't see things as they are. We see things as we are. -Anais Nin. |A L E E Z A|“Is it really you, or am I dreaming?” I questioned, gazing at the unexpected figure before me, someone who had no business being here yet.“I take it you missed me,” he chuckled, a melodic sound that echoed in the room, resonating with his own striking beauty that bordered on the edge of adorability.Without a second thought, I eagerly rushed towards him, the air thick with anticipation, and circled my one good arm around him in a bone-crushing hug. I might not have known Lev for the longest time, but in that moment, he embodied the most pure and lovable soul I had ever encountered."I'm so happy you're back," I expressed, the words hanging in the air like a delicate melody, my arm reluctant to release him."Same," he replied, his voice a comforting resonance in the quiet room.As I pulled away from the hug, I met his warm, sand-brown eyes with my own gr
Her presence is a captivating haze that clouds my every intention. -Unknown. |K I R I L L|I hate people. I despise human species with the core of my heart, except a few selected one, of course. And, there are a fucking lot of them for my liking. I reluctantly joined the gathering, my brother's persistent pestering dragging me into a crowd I preferred to avoid. Surrounded by an array of personalities, some clumsily dancing, others indulging in the free-flowing alcohol, I couldn't help but feel out of place.My disdain deepened as I scanned the room, my brother conspicuously absent, probably lost in flirting with random woman. Out of the two of us, Lev is said to be highly extrovert but only with certain people. I am aware of his sunshine nature that's why I like to keep watch on him as much as I could from behind the curtains, without being noticed. I was lost in my own thoughts when the loud cheering from the dance floor disturbed t
His dark eyes took me in, and I wondered what they would look like if he fell in love. -F. Scott Fitzgerald.|A L E E Z A|"One black coffee," Anna ordered and I stood by her side, holding her bag and my books. Lectures ended early today and we had nothing else to do so we decided to spend some time in cafeteria before heading home. After all, company is always better than unwanted loneliness. Anna takes the cup of coffee from the counter and heads to the empty table with me. I do not think twice before putting the bags down on the table and stretching my hands. My right hand is good now, its been a week since we got it out of the plaster. It was a little difficult to bring it back in use at first, specially when it kept hurting herr and there at slightly abrupt movements, but with the help of Lev and Kirill, who basically started living with me those days helped a lot. Though, Kirill was not of much help when Lev was around. Anyways, they have m
Now that I am free to be myself, who am I? -Mary Oliver. |A L E E Z A|If someone would have told me my life would turn out this crazy. I swear on the box of kit kat that is hidden inside my closet that I would never ever have taken birth in this crazy world.Kirill, who I assumed to be not the type of movie person is sitting by my side, engrossed in the movie like it is some sort of murder documentary. It is just action. A punch here and a kick there. What is so fucking interesting about it? Lev threw his hands in the air at the next action and spoke, "Oh, look at that brilliant move! I didn't know action heroes had PhDs in physics." He said sarcastically, earning a stink eye from Anna. They just love to annoy the shit out of each other. "Yeah, because defying gravity is a common skill, right?" I backed up Lev, because honesty, what the fuck is this shit. Anna stared at me with disbelief on her face, if one looked at her right now they