Chapter 66
LEIGH-ARI
The nauseating stench of burning flesh had reigned through the night in Dark Woods, making my bones
clutter and tremble from underneath my skin. I had known this day was toe, I had known very well
that he was going to pay for all he has done, and I wasn’t against it! Lorik had iting!
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The only thing that unsettled me the most was what his death might do to my boys. I feared for them that
they will lose themselves, for as much as it was so weird and very hard to believe, Lorik was their father!
Yes they didn’t have the best rtionship but the blood ties, that blood running through their veins was
Lorik’s, and as much as I wanted to sweep the issue under the rug and be d he was out of their lives, I
was scared. Scared for them; but mostly, scared and terrified for Verzi.
I didn’t even want to being to think what he was going through when he ended Lorik’s life. (This novel will
be daily updtaed at .noveljar)I didn’t want the details, should he want to share with us how he
did it then we’d sit beside him and listen. But if it was something he wanted to carry to the grave, then we
were going to let it be.
Right, when my mind was reeling with thoughts that made me want to yank the hair from my scalp, the
door was pushed open, and in came Enzo, he walked straight towards me and knelt down, cing his
head on myp. He didn’t look sad, the matter of fact, it was the opposite. H e was light on his feet, so
light one could take that as excitement. But I knew that somewhere deep within him, he was sad. Sad
that their father wasn’t the one they had hoped and longed for, sad that he died even before feeling they
could feel the warmth of the fatherly love, sad that his brother went through all the torture all by himself
and he didn’t do anything to help. Even if he didn’t show it, I just knew it was there.
Lorenzo was one hell of the strongest figure in this triangle of hearts and emotions. He was the anchor
that glued us down, that kept us from grumbling. Had it not been for him and his calm demeanor, the way
he got me even when I didn’t get myself, the way he always let himself be the vulnerable one while in
fact, he was the strong glue that held us together, all of these made me love him even more. He was so
strong, carrying all of our tears and troubles, without grumbling or evenining for a single second,
he was our anchor, our fortress, one ce I knew we would find peace without the fear of being
abandoned, left alone to fend for ourselves.
“I am so sorry,” I called out; I wanted him to know it was okay to feel sad, I wanted him to know that it
was really okay to feel weak. He couldn’t hold us forever, he needed to be saved too, he needed to be
cared for too, and right about now, now when he didn’t think he needed the shoulder to lean on, I offered
it!
His hair was so smooth and soft in my hands, and I gently massaged his scalp as he leaned
further into myp. The door suddenly busted open and in came Verzi. He looked so battered, so tired
and so done with this world. My heart broke when I got to see him fully; his eyes were blood red, his face
very swollen. I didn’t have to ask but I knew very well that he had had a good episode of ugly crying. The
little boy inside him was well out on disy, making him so exposed, so innocent, so pure, and free of all
the troubles of this world.
Enzo and I tore up from where we were seated and met him halfway. To anyone who’d be watching, it
may have looked like we are just meeting him halfway and it was just that. But to us, it was deeper than
that, we didn’t just meet him halfway through my bedroom, we went to get him, to get him from the evil
world and brought him with us. And just when I thought everything was just too much, he went in by
shredding every single piece of clothing from his body, baring himself before us. (This novel will be daily
updtaed at .noveljar)The silent plea in his actions was all loud and clear. I heard his heart
calling out, asking us to take him as he was. He stood in his full glory in front of us, eyes snapped out for
us to see deeper into his soul. For the first time ever since we met after being parted from him for a
decades plus, I didn’t see the tattooed monster with scars covered by ink. In front of my eyes stood a boy
I once knew very well; that boy who had a huge grin whenever he came to my house holding whatever
insect he found for his collection. The boy whoseughter was so funny you’d justugh alone. The boy
that was just so mild you couldn’t help but fall in love with him. The boy whose smile was enough to
brighten up the whole world. I saw him; Verzi. My best friend who lived just across the street.
There was nothing left to be said; just to wee him.
I opened my arms and he came. He didn’t even waste a single second, he came to me, to us, and I
pulled him in. I held him so dear and listened to the rapid drumming of his heart. All along, his heart had
lacked rhythm, beating with uncertainty and uneven beats, portraying the sufferings thatid low within
the core of his being, deep where no one could reach. I had cried the first I heard it. Such a tormented
heart, such a tormented soul.
And for the first time, it had a rhythm. He was free, free of all the pain that chained him down, free of all
the demons that haunted him in his sleep. He was free. Our anchor came in and hugged us, sealing us
in with a warm embrace that lifted the entire burden from our shoulders. We connected in ways I never
fathomed; the little act caused the electricity to shoot in my blood, sizzling with it to all parts of my body.
The connection I have never fathomed formed, I morphed into them, and they morphed into me. (This
novel will be daily updtaed at .noveljar)I became them, they became me.
And I couldn’t ask for more. When all was said and done, there was one thing that remained, one thing
that was going to seal the three souls, one thing that was going to be a signature of this divine, sacred
moment.
And that was making love!