• It all started as hate, until it wasn't •
Life had been nothing but a bed of roses for Viransh Arora, the only son of the chairperson of one of the largest conglomerates of Australia.
His life was designed as a checklist, the day he was born - gr...
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❝ 𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮? ❞
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There must be a certain point where the anchor binding your vulnerabilities breaks away and everything, every little emotion, every wall tumbles over like broken peices that cannot be mended. I can see my own broken pieces and every day it feels like there's no going back, I'm broken beyond repair. It hurts in my chest these days, like pinpricks hitting on that little machine keeping me alive.
How long can you pretend to be unaffected?
I asked this question numerous times to myself when I sat in the bathtub, purposely drowning myself to the brim, my hair afloat as the warm water erupted my nostrils but all I could think of, were the events of the day.
Aroras' announcement, the sudden shift of the public perspective, the absolutely nerve wracking day at work and above all - Kai. My little munchkin. The way he was covered in crimson was enough of a torment for me.
My body is slowly breaking into bits and pieces now that I'm in the warmth of my comfort space. This solace is what I prefer returning from work, but now it's hitting like a needles in my throat.
It's silent.
Eerie.
Dark. Even though all the lights are turned on.
Mom won't wait for me at the dinner table, dad won't be surfing around Netflix for our next binge watch, we won't be fighting to decide the show we need to watch together, we won't be discussing any funny incidents now. Dad won't be asking me about my day at work. Everything's over.
Really.
The sound of my younger self laughing carefreely echoes in my head. I plunge out of the bathtub and my gaze landed on the full view mirror - my eyes devoid of anything. I look straight into my own blank eyes, even my naked self doesn't concern me anymore. My skin pale, eyes blank, I cannot smile... I cannot put forth myself to experience the happiness I once had.
