Rafael glared at Kaelith, the softness in his replacing with utter rage.“Let her make the decision.” “I-I don’t know—"
“You know Amara. You very well know.”
“Look at me and tell me who is your husband? Tell me who was with you when you opened your eyes? Tell me who you should be with right now—your husband or him?”
Amara wanted to yell, to tell him that it was him, and him all along. The person who was her husband, the person who she saw when she first opened her eyes. The person she should bewith right now—both logically and morally.
But then, a hidden part of her wanted to whisper in the wind, to let all the world know, to make flowers whisper among themselves.
Rafael might be her husband, but she felt closer to Kaelith. Rafael might be the person she first saw, but Kaelith now resided in her eyes. Rafael might be the person she should be with, but Kaelith was the man who was with her in her worst and lows. In and with her nightmares.
Yet, shecouldn’tspeak the words. As if the words were suddenly less to express what she felt. Or she just simply didn’t want to say anything.
Kaelith sensed the dilemma in her eyes before she could avert her eyes to lower her head. His heart ached, but more than that his fists twitched. He wanted to beat Rafael to the pulp.
Rafael pushed. “Answer me, Amara. You wouldn’t choose someone you don’t know over your husband you loved to death, would you?”
“I…I…”
“You said I was your moon, Amara. You told me you would die for me.” Rafael pressed as Amara’s head throbbed. She forced herself to remember how life was before she lost her memories. How life was supposed to be before this? But she couldn’t. All it brought was pain and throbbing sensations.
Amara felt her breaths getting deeper and her heart throbbing.
“I…will go with you,” Amara muttered into thin tension. Kaelith felt his heart dropping, his fists clenched tight.
His reality and dream came into one frame; she was his sea and his thirst. The restlessness in his heart yet the peace. In the heartbeats of his heart, she was there. But how does he tell her? How does he stop her? He’d fight the whole world for her, but her…he could never fight her.
Fifteen years ago, he let her go. When the world brought them together once again, Rafael was already engaged to her. Now two years later, fate decided to play with him again. But this time, Kaelith was adamant and determined to make her his.
His furious eyes moved to Amara who had her head lowered. He could see her contemplating. He hated how much hold Rafael had on her. The fucker manipulated her with his words. Kaelith took a deep breath, thinking and slowly unclenched his jaw when a thought ran across his head.
A small smirk adored his sinful lips as he casually leaned back. Rafael threw a confusing and infuriating glance at his elder brother.
Kaelith resembled the devil Rafael was always afraid of. His father. Same pale eyes and dark features. He hated his father to the core, but now he hated Kaelith for looking like his father too.
Amara swallowed hard when Rafael said. “Then I’ll ask someone to prepare for your arrival. You’ ll love our new house.”
“New?”
“Yes, I want us to start anew. New home, new life.”
Amara bit her lips and slowly glanced at Kaelith who seemed startlingly unbothered. Her heart suddenly burst into flames of sadness. Was he not bothered she was leaving? A sudden silence engulfed her as she swallowed hard. Was she reading into things longer than she needed? Did he not care for her? All of a sudden irrelevant thought swayed her.
Kaelith looked relaxed, slowly sipping his coffee as he casually waved to the guard.“Pack her stuff and bring it down.”
The guard bowed and left for the stairs. Rafael narrowed his eyes.“What are you playing at now?”
“Playing? Oh, believe me, little brother, if I decide to play, you won’ t have to remain in this game for much longer.” Kaelith’s eyes darkened.“I’m just doing what I should’ve.”
Amara took a deep shaking breath as tears blurred her eyes. What he should’ve done a long ago? Like letting her go….
Amara shook her head. Why was she even bothered about this? Kaelith was not her husband, he was not the man to whom she was married. Then why?! Why was she feeling like being rejected by someone who never cared for her?!
Amara shakily pushed back her chair as the wood scratched over the floor snatching the brother’ s attention. Kaelith could see the tremble of her hands, the red puffy cheeks and red-rimmed eyes. His heart flipped yet he kept his emotions at bay.
Rafael quickly followed after her, springing to her side and grabbing her arms.“Amara, are you alright?” His voice was laced with concern; unlike the coldness he had when he talked to Kaelith. Amaraslowlypulledherarmoutofhisreachtakingastepback.“I-Iwillbeoutside.”She mumbled, her voice raspy and shaking.
Kaelith watched as she stumbled to the door. Just when she was near the door, she stopped, Kaelith’s heart stopped momentarily. He waited, waited for her to look back, to grace him with her beautiful eyes. It felt like the sweet fragrance was upset from the flowers. Some grief hid under the veil of her eyes.
