Chapter 8: away
In an instance, everything around us seems to be gloomy, gone what I thought was the beautiful day a moment ago. The clouds darkened, the field of blue sky turned gray, and the gentle wind became harsh. The once perfect weather was now sad, as if it's matching our emotions.
I kept on memorizing Mason's face, from the wrinkling of his brow to the pursing of his lips. I wish to keep this image of him, safe and guarded within my heart because I'm not certain whether I'll have the chance to see him again, to be this close to him.
However, he continued to cry silently. His sobs died a couple of minutes ago, and all was left is a shell that will easily break if not handled delicately.
I wished he yelled at me. I wished he got angry because I could see that he's keeping all his emotions and thoughts to himself once again, that there's more beneath the surface.
Yet, nothing prepared me for what was about to be said.
"I love you..."
It was as if my breath was knocked off my chest, hearing that from his almost made me seat straight up if not for the tiredness I felt. My heart clenched, and my tears welled up in my eyes again.
Why?
Why do I always end up ruining things?
The feeling of regret clawed in my chest, eager to be let out and swallow me whole. I wish to do something about it, but it was no use. I cannot change what was done.
"I'm sorry, Mason..." I forcefully shut my eyes, with my hands fisting above my chest.
I wish he can hear me, sense the emotions behind what I said, to know that I really mean it.
I began to wonder what would have changed if I didn't do it? If I wasn't consumed by the thought of escaping it all? Would things be better if I just held on a little bit more? Would there be any difference at all?
"I love you, Aneeka. And I'm too late."
I opened my eyes to see him smile, but this time there was something different.
He was calm and content, like a man finally accepting his fate, and I'm not sure what to feel about that. I reached out to touch him once more, but was surprised to see my hand not going through his face.
He must have felt my touch, as his smile widened even more.
"I'll soon join you, my love. We won't ever part again."
When he opened his eyes, I felt his stare through my body and soul. It felt like he could see me, and the thought made me shiver.
His gaze wandered as if he's taking in the image of my face. Remembering. Committing it to memory. And when his gaze came back to meet my eyes, that's when I realized it wasn't a coincidence.
I am not to be ignored anymore.
"I promise you."
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