With every step, that I take, terror grips me, the tall trees it’s branches seems to be reaching out to me, trapping me.I could hear everyone’s laugh , the footsteps of them, everyone gets into the bus, but my heart remains frozen, hands caress my wrist, “Lily.” Aiden’s voice brings me out of the deadly haze, my mind paralysed with the sight of larry lying on the ground.“Are you okay?” he asks as we get in the bus and sat.“I just-” My lips part, his hands caress my shoulder, slowly massaging it, my eyes closed in relief, “Was the night too rough, Lily” His words makes me remember the dreamy night but like a flash blood infiltrates the memories.I violently jerk in my seat, my eyes snapped open, Aiden brows furrowed “What happened, Lily?” I shake my head vigrously trying to put the memories at the back of my mind, grabbing his arm, I rest my head against his arm “Just need sleep.” I murmur.“Larry got into accident, he is in currently hospital.”Jacob’s words echo in my mind, his w

But if only he knew, she will hit right where it hurts.She walked in the corridors, a sigh left past her lips, seeing the empty halls, getting in the class, after murmuring an apology for being late, She sat at the last bench beside Jacob.In between, lecture, she would notice Aiden turning around in his seat, staring at her making it obvious, he smirked mouthing Miss you.She rolled her eyes at him, and he winked at her, not at all off put by her cold beahviour.As lectures passed, her growing anxiety made her feel dizzy, sitting in the cafeteria, the food turned cold, the laughs in the tabel can be heard clearly, but she was far away, lost in her thoughts.Aiden, noticed her empty eyes, the secrets she hide, he chuckled, Do you really think anything that you do will drive me away, baby?As if on cue, she looked at him, her eyes narrowed, throwing daggers at him, he knew how much it afffected her, it amused him to see her this infuriated, so he smiled at her, his hand clutching her

he night will turn to dusk yet there won’t be any light for his love will turn into sin, into hate, nobody knew.THIRD PERSON POV.FOUR WEEKS LATER.Hands on her shoulder, they walk together in the corridors,everyone stare at them.“So, tell me butterfly, are you going to wear my jersey for the next football match?” His hands on her waist, her back colliding with the lockers.Her eyes narrowed, replying “You already know,I really don’t like watching this games, I know everyone is crazy in town for the football, but I barely seem to tolerate it.”“Butterfly, come for me, atleast once.” He twirled, her hair strands, she stared at him, lost in her thoughts, her eyes strayed moving to him, Aiden,his eyes screaming at her to get away from him.A smirk lifted her lips,pulling Jacob by his shirt, her lips fell on his cold ones, Jacob’s hands grabbed her waist, his body pressed against her, his breath harsh, his heart raced, kissing her.This was the first time that she kissed him.A smile tu

A week later.In the silence of night,from moon,to the stars,till the rays of sun,with eyes fixed on thelovers’ intertwined hands,I see you.in the tiny breaths, with the tiny steps I take,Why does my feet want to runto you?Is it because, you are the cure to the madness living in me?I scribble the words in my diary before writing the next line.Or is it the the madness, you left in me, with your fading touch?“Butterfly?” Jack’s voice startles me, hiding the diary under the pillow, “Yes, are you ready?”“Yeah, just a minute.” Looking at myself in the mirror, I give a light touch to my hair, before leaving the room.His gaze falls on me, I smile at him, “You look beautiful.”“You look nice too.” I murmur, he offers me his hand and I take it.As we sit in mustang, he drives, my mind takes me back,all I did, was cry in my room.Locking myself in the room, with no lights on, I slept or atleast tried to escape from it all, but even in dreams he haunts me.The mirror haunts me,

A day later-9.00PMToday is different,that’s what I said when the day started, but I guess not,the night weather is chilly cold, and he is not home.I have no appetite, twirling the fork in my hands, his face pops infront of me, he looked different today, his face pale, his posture stiff,his eyes red, as if he had sleepless night.Suddenly, footsteps echo, I freeze. Adrian walks into the kitchen, the buttons, on his white shirt open, his hair dishelved, as if he had run his fingers through them too many times, as he moves closer, the smell of alcohol hits me.His piercing eyes watches me.“Is he drunk?”“No, I am not darling.” His voice booms in the empty silence, making me realise, I just spoke it out aloud.“Wait,Adrian.” I say, but he just raises his hand in air, in denial and leaves.Slowly, I walk towards his room, expecting it to be locked, but it opens, with my push.Surprise flickers me, Finding Adrian in bed, his lips murmuring, “I am sorry,mom.” his voice filled with agony