[Sequel of Warm Love, hence can't be read as a standalone.]
In the first phase, Reyansh concealed a web of mysteries, but as they stand face to face once more, it's Kiraz who holds the tantalizing secrets waiting to be unveiled. These hidden truths...
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Have you known how life feels like?
Definitely not the breathing part.
We have only known how death feels like. Scary. Traumatic. Unforgiving. We are afraid of death, because we are scared, we will be lost from the happy tapestry our eyes saw, our heart hoped for to see in the upcoming days, thinking about how the people surrounding us will never get to hear the laughter or we not getting to see their crinkling eyes filled with the word happiness.
Life, like a blooming flower, seems pretty from afar. Yet, up close, it reveals a wild stem with ugly leaves and hidden roots in the dark soil - the harsh reality we try to embrace.
Which we are trying to love. A common element between all of us, liking us in the maze.
But, what is uncommon is how we feel in that situation. That is life.
But beyond these elements, true life lies in how we feel. It courses through our veins, especially in critical moments. I stood behind him, facing a situation where a wrong turn could bring the feel of death.
However, as I stood breathing, all my inner self is thinking about disappearing, getting in the arms of my boy. These are my thinking. Which must be different from Reyansh, as he blocked me from the harm. It's another thing that I am all in this trapped situation because of him.
Breathing, technically called life, unveils its essence in every passing second. Those essence are how life feels. The thrill and slight boredom Reyansh might feel in such situations contrast with my fear, as I sense death within life. More than that for myself, I was scared for Reyansh. He stood facing the gun.
Tension hung in the air like a heavy fog.
“Say your identity.” The burly guard demands our identity, gripping his gun tightly, eyes filled with a hint of fear. The other mate of his, with a scar running down the side of his cheeks, held the same expression. Reyansh, nonchalant, swiftly shoots the scarred mate in the thigh, the one who holds the running scar on his face.
