Tainting The Void Canvas

17. ●Breezes●

Flashback in bold.

December chills are as pleasant as torture for him. Cold breezes sway around, stifling amongst the trees whispering tales of past, pain flies in them, grief smiles a little with those tiny mists.

Sad smiles.

But he is content now. Past is buried behind those curtains of reality. At least she is happy now. So what not with him.

And past is gone, long faded, even the echoes left. A sigh left his lips, a smile lingers there, a content smile.

He closes his charcoal orbs leaning to those soothing fingers on his hairs.

Peace.
Years later he has finally found peace.

"I needed this you know."
He whispers, letting her know he missed her.

Past months were tough, he walked his Maya down the aisle, ripping his heart with bare hands.
After that, he left, like he never existed, engrossed himself in cigarettes and work.

Oh, how she hated those!
But she is not there, never will be.

A bitter truth he drank in a single breath. Ahad Ahmed Khan had accepted the reality this time, quite well.

"That's why I asked you to come here. I know how much my son missed me."

Looking at this thirty-one long summer lad of hers, she can't help but smiled.

A sad smiled.

He suffered enough, lost enough. And all while she can't protect him, he had fought his battles alone, survived alone.

Seeing him reminds her of a certain girl of hazel brown orbs, Amy. Someone too dear to her and her husband. How much they used to love that little girl. Alas, a storm had passed by, ruining all the blooms of love and relations.

Relations are complicated.

But that passed. Now is another night after the storm, and they survived through it. Grief and loses, pain and tears, thunders and rains, every reality of the universe against them, but they survived.

Amaya did, Ahad did.
And she is happy for them both.

"You know last night I was seeing those albums."

"Which ones, Amma?"

"Old ones."

Old ones, a sad sigh.
But there's nothing to hide anymore, it's a reality now.

"London days?"

"London days. When your Abba was there, remember how you two brothers used to run around the street. Allah, those days, I wish I just could frame those"

How she wished that stayed, but never did.

"Our last summer there."

"I was so happy you and Arhaan left for that stupid camp."

"Just because you spent the whole summer with your beloved daughter." A throaty laugh left his lips.