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Chapter -3


"Aww…"

The majestic garden was a large one stretching to wide acres, smothered with softest turf on the floor with bottle green leaves adhering around the beautiful fragrant zinnias. The freshly earthly smell spread in the air, something that fluttered like seraphic. The breezes were set, as mediocre and soft and cool just as she wanted. The sun was at its pace, not scorching or concealed beneath the clouds. There was not a humanly soul to be seen except him and her. Her bewildered yet ecstatic gaze travelled through the cosmos and roses whose fragrance had lulled her mind to ease and finally shift her rubies at him.

"You have done t-this for me?" was her stuttered yet the sweet question.

He nodded gently and stared at her in amazement. The time seemed to stop. The turf seemed to flinch at the obscure romance above them.

Her sentiments were as gentle as ever and her innocent yet gleaming eyes haunted him like forever. Just for a fleeting second, he felt he was granted heaven with her forever.

"Hey," she mumbled under a mild blush, eventually lowering her gaze. "You needn't need to do this for me."

He quietly approached her, inducing proximity, yet untouched, "May I question why not?"

"I know. I know it all. You needn't need to proof it." She said impulsively.

"Let me do this," he mumbled softly over her ear gently coinciding their index fingers lingering it. She pondered briefly.

"Look at here." He said taking the paired right index fingers in air and rubbing it against the unseen.

"What's this?" she murmured.

Unhurried and sedately, magenta and hazel green butterflies sashayed elegantly sitting in a perfect queue on their paired fingers.

Her eyes shone magnificently in stupefaction.

"Wow." She somehow enunciated.

"Love ya." He confessed wrapping the left arm around her placing his chin on her shoulder from back.

She could almost feel tears in her eyes as she could comprehend extent of depth and truthiness in his voice.

"I'll remember this Kai. "She closed her eyes. "It's beautiful, something indelible."

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The granger's residence was filled with silence. The silence that haunted and flickered him in affliction as the night would dawn. There would be no creaking or happy shootings of Sylvia. This would mentally tense him and take him in sorrow, distressing him. What he could think dusk to dawn was the memories of his past, save that, if his wife would bring up a conversation sensing his anxiety. Not all the times she could discern that easily, but she would never falter doing it if she happened to notice.

That would just perhaps mean nothing to him, but just a facade of normalcy occupying on that helpless feature. Though she would see that concealed emotion, there was just nothing she could do. She would do the same

Feeling so helpless inside. What should I do?

An example of this was such conversation,

"And it's been therefore a quite tedious day." She sighed.

"Hmm.." he would bleat.

"Sylvia does light up your mood. Doesn't she?"

'Yes, she does." He nodded

Sitting up with folded legs on the soft couch alternating his gaze from the glass windows sighting the dark sky and the stars that were stuck in firament so high to his wife was the only thing he would do whenever she would start any conversation

What could he do? The maximum his heart could bear was her any conversation that excluded Hilary. She would never mention anything about in nor of anything relate to their past and this would normally be the typical talks.

She would feel inflicted, hurt and much more, but she couldn't say a thing to him. She knew he was worse than her. Starting any topic would only worsen up the normal demeanor. Did she regret doing what she did?

Tyson would always nod at whatever she would say, simply never interested in even inducing a friendly talk. He didn't hated her but this was all could he do to stop hating her.

Is this the place that I called home? To find what I've become?

"Tyson.." she mumbled.

"I'm listening, caressing his ached head."

She really dint know what to say, or precisely how to say and she felt so agonized all the sad things cascading her mind, her fingers flinching involuntarily as they brushed his. He? He was. Well, numb to them.

Her red hair fluttered as the storm initiated, clouds mildly thundered and the glass door slid off them. It was dark.

"I'm sorry." She crocked.

"It's alright." He murmured, quickly, with in depth soft and tired facial mien, his maroon pools snugging at the sky almost like she was lulling him to sleep.

He didn't even glanced at her, like she was ardently wishing him to do, and his gaze was completely an indication of "jaded-ness" and restlessness.

Profound depth and thoughts were whirling in those tired eyes. She couldn't comprehend them.

She felt guilty.

Eventually she lowered her gaze in defeat, a sad smile occupying her face. He would do the same. My lips tend to smile even in the saddest moments, whenever I could commemorate 'our' together moments. Hilary, I miss you. Miss you so much.

His eyes filled gradually and he was confident she wasn't still gazing him. The raindrops were matched with his tears paving freely on his cheeks, his jawline faltering for once.

What can I do Tyson? What can I do? I feel sometimes I should have never done that, that day. I could perhaps live without you, but can't stand to see that sadness on your face. I feel so helpless Tyson! I feel so guilty! I know you have forgiven me long back! But that just doesn't change anything.

A little caress on her head would have perhaps healed her like panacea but how was she supposed to be healed by someone who already needed the panacea?

The dusk would pass; he would eventually fall asleep either in the balcony, or around the foot of the couch.

She had her hard times too. What she had desired was him to love her. She had never expected him to hate her so much. Not exactly he hated her, he was just numb to all nauseam feelings, but that's what she could comprehend. Wasn't it better if they had been together like she wanted?

She thought frequently.

He had given up earphones, his iPod was dumbed somewhere in his ward rope. The thing he liked was to sit quietly and being lulled to sleep or play with Sylvia. He would feel much better at the BBA quarters. He would usually spend a major part of his day working at the blades and matches. That's what he did. Like a normal man, he would earn and just hand all of them to Salima. She never asked why, he never replied.

He would have given up all everything, until Sylvia came and that was the reason for his everything. Currently, he had distracted his mind, planning to take her to the quarters to initiate her training period. That would be enjoyable.

Whatever he felt, but whatever he was doing hurt both him and Salima but that was how he was punishing himself and unintentionally to her too.


So, this is it, we'll be proceeding for the next chapter on Sunday! Review! Just a little reminder, just like before you can expect a tragedy too in this story, well, frankly, not yet so soon.