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★★★★★"I make sure there is a telecast about her every other day on television. Have you never seen it or turned your television on even once?" Zac asked because he believed the man was not speaking the entire truth. Not only that, he doubted the people living in this village."Just as you said earlier that I lost my daughter a long time ago," the man sighed, " you are right. I did. My wife and I have been drowning in Silence ever since. Depression and loneliness became our only companions. We tried everything, volunteering at an NGO, burying ourselves in work, anything to keep our minds off the ache. But no matter how far we went, or how long we stay out, the moment we step back into this house, the Emptiness awaits us. Heavy and unshakable." He glanced toward Jazzy, a soft ache flickering in his eyes."Then one night we found her. She had no memory of who she was or where she had come from. But in her, we found a reason to breathe again. A reason to wake up in the morning. We knew
★★★★"Ginnoy, take Jazzy to the room. She will get sick if she overthinks the matter she heard from someone she does not know," the man said to his wife as he gave her a look."Hmmm..." the wife nodded and glanced at Jazzy, adding softly, "Come on, sweetheart," her voice lined with maternal concern, "I trust you have finished the art you were working on... the one you started on the canvas?""She will stay," Zac declared, his tone like Iron wrapped in ice. In one Swift, fluid motion, he pulled a gun from his waistband and let it rest on the surface of the couch. "No one moves unless I say so. Especially you." His eyes pinned Jazzy in one place-sharp, unyielding.The room stilled, the air thickening.The man shot up from his chair, voice raised and trembling with a volatile mix of rage and dread."You barge in here, threatening us like some Street thug, when we invited you into our home with respect to have a civil conversation."His eyes were wide now, bloodshot with disbelief."Wher
★★★★★Jazzy carefully took a seat next to her mother while her father took the closest chair to the sofa with the gun in his hand, and Zac sat on the couch, keeping his eyes on Jazzy. A few seconds later, Carlo joined Zac on the couch since a call had arrived earlier. "Now I would definitely like to hear, why do you people come here? What are you looking for?" The man said."Since when did your daughter start living with you?" Carlo asked instead of Zac.Meanwhile, Zac did not pay attention to the man and the woman as if they did not exist in front of his eyes; instead, he had his burning gaze on the familiar woman.For this moment, he felt like rushing to her, holding her in his arms and disappearing somewhere.'She has no idea…‘No idea about the Sleepless nights I endured, the exhausting days that drained the life out of me. All I want... all I have ever wanted... is for her to run into my arms to hold me tight... just so I can feel that warmth again.Zac's thoughts were a storm o
★★★★★Zac remained seated in the car his eyes fixed on the lawn of the house across the street. There, a thin, familiar figure moved steadily, wearing a baby blue shirt and trousers, pushing a mower across the grass."I think we should go out and talk," Carlo said when he found Zac frozen in his seat, staring at Miss Katherine. For a while, he too could not believe his eyes. Then he felt that maybe something was wrong. Harvey’s question about Miss Katherine having a twin sister had a strong point."Is she being kept here forcibly?" Zac asked."Doesn't it seem so looking at it? If that happens we must not delay any longer," Carlo said.Zac nodded and got out of the car. His movements were heavy, as though every breath carried the weight of years lost.His eyes shimmered with restrained emotion.If Katherine had not left him, if she had not stayed so far away for so long, he might have never realised it.But now he knew.His heart had always belonged to her.He crossed the road and mad
★★★★★"In fact, what has happened to Marianne would hardly have happened if she had not left me and gone to you. I loved her, that is why she was buried in a small place where I thought to build a house with her," Harvey said, coming to a halt next to Zac. "Sounds like you are late to live your dream," Zac chuckled as he said. The emptiness growing stronger in his tone, which made Carlo wary as he believed Zac just wanted to make himself drunk so that all the thoughts would go away from his head, even if only for a short while."Yes, for the first time, you are right in saying this that I have not lived my dream. But if you keep sitting like this with your hands and legs folded, then perhaps you will also tell your dream to someone one day," Harvey said with a pause giving Zac time to ask what he meant to say. Zac, meanwhile, laughed and raised the glass to his lips without paying any attention to Harvey. "I think I should get back to the office." Then he swallowed the drink in his
★★★★★"Yes, I know you wouldn't have kept me alive if I hadn't told you that your mom is still alive," Kane said with a painful laugh. Because somewhere deep inside he was convinced that whatever he was getting today was the result of his own actions.If he had listened to his wife and kept his son away from all this then perhaps their life would have been different."For now, once my work is done, I will give you a chance to sleep peacefully. There is no such thing as mercy in me," Zac said with Emotionless Eyes that stayed strong until he saw Kane chuckling, his gaze narrowed."Do you assure me in this matter that there is no such thing as mercy in you? As far as I can see and understand, you are in so much pain. So much helplessness is visible inside you. All because of that girl. Because you have brought attachments and affections into your life, and you know that it is impossible to get rid of them now." Kane looked into Zac before his eyes moved into the golden chair, as he add