Chapter 61 - Behind that door (2/2)

My heart clenched painfully in my chest not being able to bear the sight of him. The light in his brown eyes seemed to have died. His face had lost all the color, and the dark circles underneath his eyes told the tale of many sleepless nights he had spent. His midnight-black hair was disheveled, and grown long. The once clean-shaven face of his now sported the beard that almost made him look scary.

I held the doorframe for my support as my knees suddenly lost their ability to support me. With bated breath, I followed his line of sight only to gasp loudly. Before me, were the numerous photos covering the whole wall. That face of the girl in those photos belonged to me.

Realization of it being the same room, where I had last seen him hit me hard. It was the very same room that had my photos from my childhood to the present.

Eshan did not notice me. Not for once, his eyes flickered to me, not even when I moved towards him, not even when I stopped before him. I sunk to the ground as my legs trembled.

”Eshan,” I called out his name, hesitantly. My voice shook with anxiety and nervousness.

Eshan stayed unmoved as if he never heard me. His unresponsiveness scared me. He did not glance at me as if I was not there. With trembling hand holding him by his cheek, I turned his face in my direction. He did not seem to realize I was there, calling him, holding him. The eyes that used to be full of life were now devoid of any emotions. It appeared as if he was not present there as if his soul was somewhere else.

”Eshan,” the breathless whisper of his name left from my lips. I didn't recognize my voice anymore.

I shook him by his shoulders when his eyes sought those photos instead of me.

After countless failed attempts of having his attention, Eshan blinked his eyes at me.

”Innaya?”

He lifted his hand in a trance, but before it could reach to me, I saw him taking it back as if fearing something. However, his eyes were fixed on my face, as if memorizing every inch of it. He did not touch my face though.

”Eshan?” I called out to him. My heart was breaking watching his unresponsive figure.

”Eshan. Please talk with me,” I pleaded to him, not hiding the panic in my voice, urging him to speak, whereas he remained impassive.