|Innaya|
After venting out all my grievances, I sank against Eshan's chest. My head hurt by just thinking about my past. Some things were unavoidable. If I was thinking about my past, I could not choose to recall a certain memory. They would come to me as they wished. I truly had no control over what I could think.
Perhaps it was a good thing though. I now realized where the problem lies. Those sounds, visuals of my father indulging that woman, were somehow blocking my chain of thoughts.
That unknown-block I would have was related to that time. It was a subconscious reaction. We sometimes did things that we do not mean, either out of a habit or a fear.
"Are you feeling okay?" Eshan asked, rubbing my back. I nodded.
His touch felt quite soothing against my agitated nerves. Also, his fingers massaging my nape had already relieved my tensed figure. My body was slowly calming down. I could not be more grateful for his hold on me.
