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Chapter 215  Breaking Relations [1]

"Take it easy."

Someone\'s gentle hand helped me lift my torso before I moved slightly to lay my back against something soft, which I assumed to be a bed.

My eyes fluttered open gently as I looked up at the plain white ceiling.

A gentle light illuminated the room, the irritating beeping sound echoing in my ear.

"...Az."

Hearing the voice, I turned to look to my side.

I could see quite a number of people standing there.

"Are you feeling alright?" Christina asked with a light smile, sitting on the chair beside the bed.

My gaze remained on her as I gently nodded, then moved my gaze past her.

Avril and Shyamal stood close to the wall while Ashlyn stood just behind Christina, looking at me with mixed emotions.

"...How long?" I asked, shifting my gaze back to Christina. "...For how long was I asleep?"

Christina drew in a deep breath as she slowly replied, "...Twenty-four days."

I gently nodded my head in response.

I was expecting worse—maybe a month or two—and after how much my body was stressed, it\'s already a miracle that I woke up early.

I glanced back at Christina; one of her hands was bandaged, and a sling supported it, the strap wrapped around her shoulder.

"Is your hand alright?" I asked, looking at her broken arm.

"Don\'t worry about it," she replied, her voice soothing. "I will be fine."

I slowly nodded my head in reply as I took deep breaths.

My heartbeat hammered in my ears and a sickening feeling gripped my body.

Even though I didn\'t have the will to hear it, I steeled my heart.

Parting my lips, I whispered softly, "...Any news about O-Oliver?"

Christina looked at me.

She parted her lips a few times to reply, but each time, nothing came out.

She finally got a hold of herself as she replied, "...He is missing... even though it\'s been weeks, we haven\'t found his body yet."

"...Why?" I softly asked, looking at her.

"...The island sank," she replied, her hand stretching, placing it above mine. "Lad—Esmeray saved everyone who was alive but didn\'t bother with the dead ones."

"...I see," I whispered weakly, feeling the strength leaving my body.

Leaning my body further, I let myself be a little more comfortable.

"...What about Aaliyah?" I mumbled as I gently closed my eyes. "...Any news about her dead body?"

"...No," Christina replied, her voice echoing in my head. "...There are no signs of her."

I turned quiet as I slowly nodded my head in response.

Too many things happened in a short span of time, and honestly, I can\'t even think properly now.

...Maybe I was just trying to run away from reality.

But either way, I chose to remain quiet for a while.

"...Azariah." I heard the voice of my sister echoing in the room.

"....."

I didn\'t respond and kept my mouth shut.

"...Althea visited you a few times," she said, her voice sniffling as if she was holding back her tears. "...She said a lot of things... bad things."

"....."

Her sister died.

It was understandable, her outrage.

So even though—.

"...She said something about you dying early." My eyes snapped open as I turned to look at her. "...She said you won\'t live for long."

"Sigh."

I sighed softly as I rubbed my temples.

I didn\'t want this to happen, never.

Opening my eyes, I turned toward the table beside me.

Reaching closer, I picked up the glass filled with water.

But as I brought it close, the water spilled on the bed.

Before I knew it, the glass was slammed against the wall, scattering into pieces.

They all flinched at my behavior, but I couldn\'t care less.

"Can you guys leave," I whispered before they could say anything.

"Azariah—."

"I\'m not asking, Avril," I cut in again, closing my eyes once more. "...Leave, all of you."

"Az..."

"I swear if you guys don\'t go out, I will leave myself," I snapped as I heard Ashlyn\'s voice.

A silence lingered within the room as they stood in place.

The sound of footsteps echoed as they moved out one by one.

And now only two people remained in the room.

"Christina—."

"I\'m not asking anything," she whispered, tightening her grip on my hand, her voice pleading, "...Please, just let me be by your side."

"..."

I lay motionless in response, too tired to argue. Too tired to push her away.

I just let her, beside me like she wanted.

"....Lauryn wanted to see you," Christina said quietly, making me gently open my eyes. "...She wanted to talk with you one last—."

"No," I interjected, moving my torso to make my legs hang from the side of the bed. "...Let her rot her whole life; I don\'t care."

"...I see," Christina replied, nodding her head.

She didn\'t say a word, nor did she try to judge or correct me.

"....You do remember Aunt Belly, right?" I asked softly as I looked at her, partially expecting her to say no.

"...I do," but she nodded in agreement. "...I remember her."

"...Then it wasn\'t entirely fake, huh?" I mumbled to myself as I placed both my hands on the bed. "...It was just my memories."

Christina just looked at me for a long while before she softly asked, "...What did she do?"

"...What didn\'t she do?" I replied with a soft chuckle.

"..."

"She killed my childhood," I wishpered as I moved my legs to the ground. "...That bitch placed my it below her feet and crushed it, killing my childhood."

I twisted my leg on the ground like squashing an insect as I smiled, "...She killed the happiness of a ten-year-old boy, making sure he had a lifetime of trauma."

...I was stupid.

I was stupid to believe that she actually loved me.

My mind was fogged, and only when I got El\'s blessing did I actually notice it.

...Everything that happened.

Everything wrong that happened in my life was always somehow related to her.

Ashlyn\'s mother\'s death, the incident with Shane, my kidnapping, and the other things—she was there, and yet she never saved me.

She was nothing but a puppeteer, making sure that I walked, moved, and behaved in one specific way.

Perhaps years of influence she had on me made me into the stupid boy who sold his soul to the devil.

"...Are you alright?" Christina\'s voice echoed, making me look up at her.

"Y-yeah," I replied, smiling a little, "I\'m fine... I\'m always fine."

....Was my lie too obvious?

She looked at me worriedly, her lips parting many times to say the right words.

"You know, I was never meant to meet Ashlyn," I said with a chuckle, glancing around.

"...One day, Aunt Belly randomly took me out, and by some weird coincidence, I met her mother... She killed herself in front of me, leaving nothing but a note for her daughter."

Even though I was five back then, I vividly remember that moment.

I remember how scared and frightened I was. Nôv(el)B\\\\jnn

I still don\'t understand what actually happened that day, but it was anything but coincidence.

"Same for Arianell," I continued as I thought about it. "...She randomly took me to the royal palace, and I found a crying girl hiding in the corner... she encouraged me to help her..."

My voice slowly trailed off as I thought deeply about it.

...Ahh.

That makes a lot of sense now.

...A lot of sense.

A low sobbing sound brought my attention back as I looked at Christina.

"...Why are you crying?" I asked, frowning as tears kept streaming from her eyes. "...I\'m fine; don\'t cry."

"...I\'m sorry," she whispered as she slowly stood up from her seat.

"What are you sorry for?" I asked, looking up at her. "...Nothing here is your fault..."

My words slowly died down as she gently wrapped her hand around my head, bringing me closer to her.

"...It\'s alright," she whispered between her sobbing, "Everything will be alright."

I instinctively moved, my hands gently wrapping around her waist.

"Everyone in this world is selfish, Christy," I whispered weakly, pressing my head on her stomach, "...Nobody actually cares about me, nobody."

"Hey, don\'t say stupid things, I\'m here, remember?" Her soothing voice echoed in my ears, melting me down. "...I will never leave you, no matter what."

"...I don\'t want to go out," I mumbled, feeling my eyelids turning heavy, "...Let me be here with you, please."

"You can be here," she replied, her hand rubbing my head softly. "...Stay here as long as you want; no one is going to disturb you."

The emotions, the tension in my body that had been building up for so long, slowly melted away.

Tears trickled down my eyes.

I cried.

I cried, promising myself that this would be the last time I ever cry.

Not in my entire life will I cry again.