A/N: Sorry sorry sorry Coolak di. I know I am very late but still here as promised. Not much sure if you would like this or not.
It's written in daya's perspective, just his feelings not much dialogues.
Sorry if I didn't reach your expectations. (ｑΕοΉΕ)
A little poetic fic. Won't ask for reviews this time, I will be satisfied with anything.
GUYS, THIS FIC IS SET AFTER THE RADIOACTIVE.
Enjoy!
Disclaimer:- Cid is the creativity of BP Singh. And I am not him. Coz the show would never have stopped if I were him. XD..
He exited his car and stood in front of his house. The mansion he was standing in front of, he felt as if he was going to intrude in someone's life. He felt as if he was going to pierce someone's soul, he felt a prick, literally. But what he was unfortunate about was, the someone right here, what he felt, was he himself.
He started taking small, measured steps to the door of the heart named home. Ain't it sarcastic? For the first time, the huge, strong door breaker was hesitant of opening a door. A door that could eventually change him!
He released a sharp sigh instead of puffing in with determination. Was he scared? No, he couldn't name it that. Then, was he guilty? U'm.. A little! His overpowering thoughts answered before ever it could reach to his heart. His heart, which throbbed in to say that he wasn't that too.
He wasn't guilty for hurting them, He wasn't guilty for scaring them. No! He-he can't be! He can't hurt them coz he was wanting to protect them. He was innocent coz he wanted to save those thous' of innocent. Though they were thinking him to be selfish, he smiled, coz he could make them see a corpse that could be named Him for all time.
He closed his eyes, remembered those 12 fuckin' seconds that flashed every single day of his life in front of his eyes. He could feel shivers in his body when Abhijeet's scared voice reverberated in his ears. His best friend, his family, his everything, was scared today just because of him.
He felt the creepy capillaries in his eyes, could burst anytime but he chose to let the tears fall this time. Sorry buddy, he never could say him, nor could be grateful, coz he would be the shining salty drop dripping his buddy's blaming eyes.
His hands jammed and mind blocked when he heard the shivery voice of his mentor. Acp Pradyuman, his father, his senior, was on verge to tears when he had declared to die.
How miserable he felt hurting that virtually strong really weak broken soul helpless for his other son's death. He felt a quick snitch was worth rather imagining the soggy, helpless father at that time.
Freddy, how much he joked him, how much he snubbed him, though being apparent, but still he hurt him. He wished for once, atleast for once he could apologize before the destiny fumes his soul to ashes.
He knew, from behind the cell, Freddy might be crying. He knew from behind the mess, he must be praying for his safe return, but nothing, it now means nothing to him, when the guilt overpowers.
He didn't care to wipe the tears as they itched his skin. He blinked once again to let another pair join and engulf the already present tear and sweat drops on his cheeks.
The only thing he was thinking was- Was he correct with the decision? Was he ready to hurt his peers? Was he meant for just this much? No, maybe not! Or yes, he-he was confused.
He switched off the light again and again turned on, his mind was playing the same music notes as if he had the bomb in front. Every respective note, he smiled, was sounding him the same that time.
But, now, he could distinguished them well right. He looked at the sunset sky with his blood rising eyes, he knew he was prepared. Yes, he had prepared his heart, his mind, his soul, his everything, to die!
But the regret was that, he could never prepare his family for this act. He lost this battle. He never know how much the tears in their eyes might hurt him when he would fume around them. He never could feel the pain he could give them just coz he wanted to protect them.
A tap came on his shoulder, he recognized the touch. He didn't try to hide his fear from the tone that, a little strict, snubbed him-
"Daya! Chal khana kha le!"
He felt the palm slipping which he held instantly,
"Abhijeet tum mujhse naraaz-" He didn't go ahead, he was scared, he was hesitant, he was.. depressed.
"Daya, tune kuch galat nhi kiya! Mai teri jagah hota toh esa hi krta. Pr tujhe yeh sochna chahiye ki agar tu meri jagh hota... toh kya mujhe maaf krdeta?"
He looked deep in those brown eyes, he couldn't stop his heart's turmoil and hugged his buddy full of life. Tears fall from both pair of orbs, the silhouette shining under the wicked destiny happily adored.
The redbreast relatives choired the beautiful reunion, a hearty smile spread on every present tree-climbing companion.
-THE END-
A/N: I HOPE I DIDN'T BORE YOU MUCH. BUT I COULDN'T STOP MY FINGERS FROM WRITING THIS.
Intentionally kept incomplete at places for you guys to feel it.
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