74.2- Heartily Talks

She was taken aback, having still no idea about her position in my arena. I believe words could never explain her position in my world either. ‘Where she belonged in my perspective was beyond her perception.' 'Can't make my silence my last regret, can I?" Whispering wholeheartedly, I kissed her hands, indulging in her flabbergast. I began to correct my words again, 'You know, I initially planned to wreak havoc, kill everyone and cause bloodshed, you know why?" 'Because I didn't want you to die?" She asked vaguely, shifting closer to catch a glimpse of my ocean of fondness for her. 'That too but there was another thing." I laughed a little, trailing my fingers in the lines of her palm. 'What?" She asked. While I was busy finding which line of destiny brought us together so I could be in debt for eternity. It bestowed me with a fairy after all. 'Because if I would have died without confessing I love you, I could never forgive myself. If I died there and never got the chance to confess, I would have hated myself to the core." Smiling sincerely, in-depthly, I rested her hand over my cheek. Meeting her amazed, exhilarated gaze. It gave her world. 'Is that why you stopped yourself? For my sake?" She asked, losing her breaths, reflecting a trembling smile. I nodded, converting my smile into a grin, 'From the very start you have made me do things I never perceived I would but I did." And this grin converted into a laugh, I hugged her tightly, praying the moment I would leave those arms never came. 'God, what do you do to me, woman?" Exhaling, I shut my eyes, kissing her neck to make her world mine, so I could forget myself and become a part of her world. Please don't ever steal this gaiety away from me. I will die if I lose her. This thought made me shiver, causing me to tighten my grip around her. 'Sebastian?" Eileen called. A silence came in between, inducing a seriousness. Moving upward, I kissed her neck, leading them upwards to her cheek, restricting my soul to leave her. 'I lost my Mother myself. I can't make the same mistake again." Whispering, I shut my eyes. 'I willingly left my Mother's shade but no matter how bad or worse I would get, you won't leave me, right? Where will I go then? Where would I return?" Asking hastily, hurriedly, I pulled away a little, panicking by the scant thought of it. 'Sebastian, I am not going anywhere. I am here and always will be, for you." Whispering, she cupped my cheeks, making me stare into her earnest gaze. 'Really?" I asked innocently. Can I live in those eyes forever? Why can't I abandon this world? 'Hmm." She hummed, pulling me down so I could rest down in her laps. Her words instantly soothed my mind, taking her hand, I intertwined our fingers together, indulging in the perfection of it. 'You know, you are not the first voice I have heard." Mumbling, my mind was entirely lost in our grip. 'Really? Then who?" She asked, intrigued. 'I heard Ruben's scream first. When his blood was all over my hands and he was screaming as I took his eye. I know it sounds disgusting." Speaking nonchalantly, I didn't think deeply about it. I was taunted countless times that I became immune to this. The Monster who took his own brother's vision. 'Why did you do that?" She asked, stroking my hairs with her free hand, tranquilizing me in a way no one could. Closing my eyes, I sighed, 'To stop the screams. To subdue those voices with his." 'Don't worry, these voices will stop." She reassured, surprising me. 'You think they will?" I asked in disbelief, happily. 'Obviously. A therapist and proper medication and you will be fine." She grinned, giving the most obvious and logical reason which wiped my delight. 'I thought you were going to say the power of your love would do it." Muttering, I scoffed. 'Love cannot cure mental illness." She giggled, poking my cheek. 'And you are the wife of this mentally ill man." Smirking, I grabbed her wrist. 'I love taking privileges." Blowing a kiss at me which melted me like an iceberg would. 'But, you're going to therapy and that is a command." She ordered, poking my cheek again. 'I might but if they would stop I might lose my title as Black Death. It took me years to gain it and I doubt Ruben would help. Work requirement." I reasoned, I don't think I should or I would stop them. They are a part of me. She pondered about my words for a few seconds, trying to perceive something and shrugged her shoulders. 'Yeah, you are right about it. You are going to hell anyways for what you have done, leave it be. As long as you can hear me, and treat me well, I honestly don't care." She mumbled, speaking her thoughts in a loud tone. Her perception sometimes made me wonder what exactly is going through her mind to release such words. Even if I am a sinner and criminal, whose wife accepts their husband would go down a path of eternal suffering? 'Isn't that too brutal, Love?" I asked, smiling faintly, hoping she would at least use soft words to remind me about harsh realities. 'Is it?" She asked as I nodded. 'We will think about it later." She shrugged, not thinking about me, narrowing her eyes and then looked at me. 'Aw, don't make this confused face. You do what you want. I got what I wanted already." She giggled, pinching my cheeks which made my wince. We both looked at each other for a few seconds and broke into a chuckle, finding a new path in life where I could actually see a future for us and not darkness. And among this felicity and unknown prick evoked in my mind. Considering all my life actions, my sins, everything- Do I deserve a life of happiness? I have been cursed by literally everyone I have met- Is their curse going to stop me from obtaining my happily ever after or not?