Wicked Wings [COMPLETE]

CHAPTER 25

Dissipatas Vinculis

Living through the memories of the good times, you fail to comprehend the sudden changes. So many emotions, so many choices turn out to be deceiving, but in the end, is seeing always believing?

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The journey was never going to be easy.

The destination wasn't decided.

The gravel was turning out to be filled with so many obstacles, but she wasn't going to give up so easily.

The curtains of lies that had been drawn on her life had their end coming for sure.

No matter what was going to be the end of this tug of war, but there was no way she was losing it.

Not this time.

She continued pondering about a lot of things all at the same time, being defensive about every word that rang in her mind, when she heard the chirping of the birds outside the window and realized it was already morning.

'Did I even fall asleep?''

'When?''

It was tough to garner any verdict on that. She couldn't conclude that was she really taken over by the dark abyss when she had lost track of all the thoughts last night?

She got up slowly from her resting form, leaning her head against the bed's headboard while the exasperation never abandoned her face.

Only the sound of the birds suggested the night was finally over, though the sky still remained covered with the clouds. Verman Hills, and its prototype darkness, she thought, with a frown.

Khushi didn't realize how deeply her thoughts had engulfed her that she had paid no attention and had no idea as to how the entire night passed by.

It was as if last night was barely there, hardly happened.

And somehow, she wasn't sorry about it. It had a silver lining too, didn't it?

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The vulnerability hadn't bereft her as she stared at the scenery outside the window.

The vague sight of all that was nature among the fog and the darkness that blanketed the small town.

Though by the morning she had managed to recollect herself but unfortunately the amount of strength was only too meagre compared to the damage done which was beyond repair.

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The cold suddenly made her feel its strong essence, and she clutched the blanket closer to her chest as she breathed softly, the silent morning somehow making her feel relaxed.

A strange sense of guilt spread over her after a while, her conscience questioning her time and again as she recalled the little encounter that took place between her and Mason the previous day.

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Was she angry on him?

..Was she angry on herself?

She hardly had any answer to that.

She wasn't angry with any one.

But just with destiny, which had brought her under the roof of impossibilities.