Wicked Wings [COMPLETE]

CHAPTER 34: I Embrace

It follows.

Your reality, your truth, your conscience, your destiny.

No matter how far you run.

It follows.

The chase gets bigger, the run becomes harder. You wish for it to be over.

But it follows.

You try to escape. You try to evade. You try to disappear.

Yet it makes a way.

It follows.

And as you finally lose your strength, your voice, your capabilities, and your resilience, and ultimately make it to the end of the precipice, you look back and you see,

It follows.

And so you don't give up.

Neither do you fall nor do you deny.

You open your arms wide, and accept.

Accept who you are.

Your conscience, your destiny, your fate, your truth, and the reality.

The one that has followed you.

For so long.

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The hot chocolate at the nights.

Those funny antics.

The cheerful voice.

The movie plans.

Everything resurfaced in Khushi's head as she watched the fragile state of her mother through the glass door, who was lying on the hospital bed, with all those medical equipment attached to her body.

If only there was a spell to cheat death.

If only there was an antidote when it came to reverse the time and undo the wrongs.

If only she could defeat nature.

But she couldn't!

No one could.

And no matter how much she tried to deny it, it was the hard truth after all.

Trying to stifle her sobs, Khushi turned away, taking slow steps through the corridor when suddenly she found Ree standing there, her face clueless as she looked everywhere frantically.

Her face plastered with worry and sadness, Khushi stared at her, unable to even call out her name as the energy was wiped away from her when she finally discovered Khushi and came running to where she was standing.

Unable to control anymore, Khushi threw her arms around her best friend as she hugged her tightly, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"..It's okay.. Khushi.. Don't worry.. Mrs. Vermount will be fine.. Trust me."

Rebecca assured her as she cuddled Khushi like a little kid, rocking her back and forth, making an effort in soothing her unbearable pain.

Khushi simply nodded at her, helpless of the fact that she broke down every single time, though she tried so hard to remain headstrong about her goal.

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"I got to know about the burglary attack from your neighbourhood when I went to your place sometime back. Mom and dad would be coming in some time, I informed them. I even called Mason, but don't know why his phone is directed to his voice mail and despite leaving five messages, he isn't responding."