humanity
1109 Words
Between my butterflies in the stomach, and the bubbles in my veins, and the turmoil in my lady parts, I gripped his hand between our hearts tightly, and managed to ask, “For what?”
“Everything. I want to spend more time with you. I want to make my day begin with you, and simply go on a date. I just feel like I am asking too much when we just began to give this a chance.”
I almost read his last words differently, it was me who finally gave this a chance, but the mature side of me managed to convince me that this thing, the bond we are having right now is efforts from both parties, not my only decision.
I was also excited for this, for us to happen. But another part of me was sensible enough to point me out that I should be careful because it’s always that my wavelength of energy and joy keeps differing with people, and I didn’t want to give him false hope and expectations just to keep him smiling.
“Our efforts and the trust we build will make it all happen.” I assured him in something I truly believed in.
He started to slowly sway our bodies in a to and fro motion, these are the little things he does which just make me happy and forget about many of my stress temporarily, for now it is the contract, which I’ve managed to push it a two step back in my head. And, I wish there is no triggers for today which will remind me about it.
I already feel guilty just thinking about it in the arms of his step brother. Out of all the persons in the world I can’t be the one playing with the bond of their brotherhood. When I already know how f****d up, they both were, and I have always wished for them to just keep that manly blood aside and kiss each other’s asses. Gabriel is really putting me in a situation of choosing between the lion and python.
“…inside.” That is the only thing we heard before the door blasted open, and a pissed Isobel with a baby bump entered inside, as I simultaneously pushed Kriag away, in the process which unclasped his watch, leading to pulling out one third hair from the right side of my head, completely ruining my hairstyle. And within a second Isobel’s face was changing emotions; from being angry to confused, then amused by the situation, and finally the girl concern for another girl’s hairdo.
“What is happening?” Aishwarya entered next, and asked in complete horror, seeing the mess of my head. I was flustered, more than being angry. We almost got caught red handed, and I wasn’t ready yet.
“I was fixing the mini zip.” Kriag came up with the lamest excuse possible, and I almost waited for Aishwarya to shout she doesn’t have a zip in her costume, but right now she was so busy being worried about my hair that she let the useless excuse drown in the sewer of insignificance.
Who even comes up with a mini zip? Like what is it? A zip which is mini?
“Bella what are you doing here?” Kriag asked his sister.
“Mom and Terry are fighting over where should my delivery happen!”
“That’s bad. Was the fight in a kitchen?” Kriag asked, as Aishwarya zipped her mouth, and I could see fumes in her eyes and ears, which made me sit erect on the chair and started some emergency fixing on my hair.
“No. Isn’t that Vhrea?” I waved her a hi through the mirror which she reciprocated with a dandy wave.
“Yes, but did you mention the option of Gabriel’s palace? Wouldn’t your son feel like a royal once he knows he was born in a palace.”
I laughed at his absurdness and prankster logic, and Isobel hit him on the back of his head. He winced in actor fashion. “It is a girl!” Isobel strongly defended. Did they do a s*x reveal check? It is illegal though.
“How do you know it?” Kriag asked and made Isobel sit on the chair he was previously seated. “I can totally feel that. It is mother vibes, and I don’t want another mix of dangerous Gabriel, you and Terry!”
Oh! Yes, Isobel had a son. Greymon Gramps always talk about how mischievous four-year Rayn is. One time he gulped in a rubber ball just to check if his mother will disown him or not. The four-year-old devil he is.
Sadly, I didn’t get a chance to see him in real. Greymon Gramps never brings him to the studio saying he will mess up the setting. Or, we would end up out of paint.
“I think Gabriel is going through puberty again.” Isobel said out of the blue, and I almost laughed not for Aishwarya’s tight hold on my head.
“Do you think we will get to see a half-shaved head again then?” I snorted, imagining Kriag’s words of Gabriel’s description. “Do you find this funny! I am seriously serious that something is going on with him.”
“Ok–ok. Calm down, something always goes on with him. He is Gabriel and he will get over it like always. Why do you think he is Gabriel?”
“Kriag I will make sure you aren’t allowed into his land for the next ten years if you are going to live like this. So immature and inconsiderate of a brother!” I smiled at how good Isobel was at nagging them. I for sure knew that even though she is younger than Gabriel, she definitely scolds him here and there, at least for the eating habits.
“I am the best brother he could ask for. Are you here to quarrel?”
“What a shame! You live miles apart. What use of being best?” Aishwarya snapped back at him, and I was sure it was because she knew it was his mistake that she was double working on the same hair in an hour.
This made me think about Gabriel, and how much he must be missing, a twenty-four-year life spent here, and now he is living in a place filled with strangers he has trust and befriend. No family, and only bad politics.
I wish I could do some help to ease his suffering. He deserves this much for the sake of, humanity?
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