PART 38

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𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐘𝐀'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕

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𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐘𝐀'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕

The pain is increasing every minute, and it's not only the physical pain. My heart feels like it's going to burst at any minute. It feels too heavy.

I want this agony to vanish, to breathe without this pain, to undo what happened.

If only I hadn't stepped out of the house that day, then it wouldn't have happened. I wouldn't have been kidnapped. I wouldn't have lost my baby.

It's all because of me. We lost the baby because of me. I don't deserve to be happy.

"What are you thinking, Lavender?" Vivaan asked, tenderly caressing my cheek.

It feels safe to be in his arms. But how should I tell him that I am not feeling safe within myself? I can't express the turmoil within.

How should I tell him that I am the sole reason for everything that happened? If I had been careful, then it wouldn't have happened.

"Won't you tell me?" He asked softly.

A tear streamed down my cheek, and Vivaan wiped it. His eyes turned sad.

He also can't do anything about this situation. I love him, but what about the hatred that is developing inside me for myself?

I might have said harsh words to him yesterday, and I regret those words.

And how he handled my outburst made me fall in love with him even more. But I don't deserve him. He is perfect.

"Lavender," he whispered and pecked my forehead.

I hummed, and my eyes met his. The love in his eyes is making me feel alive.

I feel so dead and alive at the same time. And it hurts. I can't even describe in words the pain that I've been feeling.

"I am feeling so lost, Vivaan," I whispered.

"If you're feeling lost, you can find yourself in my eyes, Lavender," he smiled gently.

"And don't worry, we will get through this. You are going through so many emotions, and I understand that. I understand you. Just talk to me, and we will find a solution to everything. Share everything with me. At last, we are together, and that's all that matters, Lavender," he said and kissed my eyes.

I nodded my head. He is right; we will get through this.

"We might have lost our baby, Lavender. But we are here for each other. I am here for you," he pecked my lips.

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