Ryan POV:-It's midnight and it seems like the bed has lost its comfort and my slumber has been deprived of me. A strange coldness surged in me as I felt… Lonely. No bickering, no mocks, a pitch silence is spread across the room and an empty stomach. “What have I done?” I somehow felt alone because there's no one to snuggle close to me. A numbness took over me as I laid on the bed, frustrated. I put my hand over my face and emit a deep breath. I shouldn't have said that, no matter what, if anything happened to her, it would be my fault. “No, she is okay, she is with her sister.” I tried to reassure myself. But at the same time, some uneasiness and distress lingered in my heart as my heartbeat became faint in dread. “But what if she is not?” I sat up and got out of the bed. I went to the kitchen and thought about calling Rebecca.But after what I told her, I don't think it would be a good idea to talk to her over the phone.“Should I call her?”I looked for something to fill
“Why are you doing this to yourself?” I whispered tenderly. I looked at her, unconscious on my lap and for the first time, I ran my hands in her hair out of affection. “What good these tears gave you?” I asked again. I twirl my fingers in her hair as an involuntary smile crept upon my lips. She was breathing heavily while holding me close to her as if her life depended on me. And I don’t want to accept it but her clasp on my skin increased my heart rate along with unspokenly strange sensations. My fingers trailed down to her face, stroking them gently as the cold breeze embraced us. “Rebecca…” I called knowing my words are not reaching her. I brushed the sand off from her face and shoulders as I wiped her tears still gleaming her cheeks with the back of my palm. “I am sorry… It was my fault, I shouldn't have said that to you.” I apologize softly, caressing her gently. The dried tears on her cheek made my heart clench. I should have provided her solace, what's the point of
Rebecca POV:- I don't understand him, he is the one who threw me out of the house, over the phone, not to mention and then took me back. “What is his problem? Is Ryan bipolar or something?” I muttered, walking down. “He should have let me go so that he can live his life in peace.” I continued with a puff forming over my face. After all I have made his life hell, the look of loathe and betrayal always flashed in his eyes. Sometimes I feel compassion for him, he has no faults and is still stuck in the undesirable situation of spending his life with me. Me, whose own father threw her out, thinking of her as nothing but contempt and he is living with me. “Dammit.” My heart clenched as I leaned on the counter of the kitchen and put my hands over my chest and lowered my head. I closed my eyes as mystifying thoughts came to my mind and didn't let me think straight. I vaguely remember going to the beach, remembering those days when all of us used to go there and enjoy oursel
As I was watching, Ryan put legs over my laps to which I gasped. "What the hell?! Remove your legs, Mr Knight." I hissed when his cold feet touched my skin. He laid on the sofa and put his leg over me and put his hand under his head and closed his eyes. "I am talking to you, remove them!" I said angrily, raising my voice. "Shut up." That was his only reply. I was about to remove his legs but he applied weight on it, making it impossible to remove. “Hah, weak.” A victorious smirk crept upon his lips, I glared at him but he didn't care and closed his eyes. I cursed under my breath and turned to my movie. After a while, I saw him shivering, I put my hand over his feet which were cold as ice. “I told you to lower the AC temperature but no.” I muttered. I looked around to find something to cover his feet, he was sound asleep and being a light sleeper, I didn't want to wake him too. “Tsk, what a pain.” I tentatively put my warm hands over his feet and squeeze them slightly.
Ryan POV:- “Argh.” I was sitting in my office, deep in thoughts. My mind is clouded with enigmatic thoughts that are making me feel uneasy and disgusted too, like how can I like Rebecca being close to me? “That rude, irritating and cold woman is the most undesirable woman.” I growled, rubbing my temples. “Then why the hell do I feel attracted to her?! Why does her tears soften my heart?” I growled, slamming my hand on the table. Why the urge to explore those ice walls, what despair hidden deep inside her always got the best of me? When I want to become her darkness, then why do I want to know what is her darkness? “Why do I feel compassion for her?!” I asked myself, hissing under my breath. The door knocked and my assistant entered, “Are you alright, Sir?” She asked. “Yeah, why?” I asked, frowning at her. “I heard a noise outside so I thought I might ask.” She replied vaguely. Maybe I should keep my thoughts inside my head. “It’s nothing. You go.” I ordered. She shrugged
"Some mistakes are irredeemable." She said it more to herself in a gloomy voice. I wanted to say something to comfort her and this time I did. "But you cannot destroy your future because of your past." She looked at me as she snickered. "What's with that sudden change? If you want to fix our relationship then let me tell you there's no relation between us, the only emotion present between us is hatred." I swallowed the bitterness of her words inside me and replied in a cold voice, "I know. You don't have to tell me." She then nodded. I went to our room. “Do I have to dress up?” She asked bitterly, checking her dress. “No, you look fine.” I replied coldly as I freshened myself as we went to have dinner. The dinner was silent. The sound of soft music in the background somehow eased the tension in the air a little but Rebecca. As always unaffected by anything, continued to eat her food. I wanted to know her, even though I knew a lot about her, her education, her remarkable
1 Week Later:- After trying my best to get a normal conversation out of her, it all ended up in vain. Our talk may start with random things but end with her mock. I am trying to get to know her and after sharing a few conversations with her. I came to know that her way of talking is very tricky. She spoke deeply and understood it was beyond my capabilities most of the time. Her words held profound meanings, which are similar to a riddle. Maybe I should tell her straightforwardly that I want to know her and want to give our relationship a chance. “I get it, we cannot love each other but we can at least live our lives on good terms for whatever time we have left.” I muttered
Rebecca POV:-Ryan took it all wrong, I didn't mean it to do it. I can be anything but I can't be a cheater. His words hit me like an arrow as I felt I am immersing deeper into despair."You have proven that nothing but hate is present between us." He said and pushed me away.“Mr Knight-”Before I could say anything in my defense, he left. His tears..He was crying.I broke his heart. I destroyed the house he was trying to build. I shattered the dreams he began to think with me.