Chapter 62 - Go Innaya, leave me... (1/2)

|Innaya|

When I was around eleven years old, I had accidentally broken a vase. That porcelain vase held very important meaning to my grandma. Grandpa had gifted that vase to grandma on their fiftieth wedding anniversary. It was a custom made one. I don't recall many details about it. I remember locking myself in my room after that, and I had refused to open the door for anyone.

I hadn't done that because I was afraid of grandpa. No, both grandparents of mine wouldn't even scold me for that matter. I had acted that way because I felt guilty. I was way too ashamed of myself, and I didn't know how to face them.

Was that how Eshan felt?

Back then, it wasn't until grandma had opened the door with the master key that I had come out from my room. She taught me how to face my mistakes and admit them. She taught me that hiding away was never the option.

I had my grandmother who showed me the right path, but who was there for Eshan?

Looking at Eshan's condition, I wondered, what had he done to himself? Since when had he locked himself here?

Fear starting gripping my mind with all the negative thoughts after watching him in such a state. Shaking him, by holding his shoulders, I tried coaxing him to respond. Eshan blinked back several times as if trying to believe his eyes. I saw realization searing in his eyes, showing his disbelief. I then noticed surprise registering in those brown orbs.

I could finally breathe properly. He showed some reaction.

”Innaya?” Eshan whispered disbelievingly. However, it sounded more like a question as if he was wondering to himself.

Next, I knew, were his hands that came around me, pulling me in a hug so tight as if his life depended on it. The force and emotions in the way he embraced me, forced tears in my eyes. His arms continued pulling me closer, even though there wasn't any space left. I felt as if he feared I would vanish if he let go.

His actions proved his anxiety. What was wrong with him? Tears started falling from my eyes. Maybe, it was his pain rather than mine.

Slowly, I raised my limp hands, and wrapping them around Eshan's back, I held him. The moment Eshan had hugged me, all those familiar feelings his closeness brings had rushed to my heart. It was as if someone had placed the world's softest and warmest blanket over my cold body.

I'd missed this.

I'd missed his warmth.

I'd missed his voice.

I'd missed his comforting hugs.

I'd missed Him.

I'd missed the feeling of safe heaven only he could provide.

I'd missed my home.