" Aren't you afraid of me?"
Khalid glanced at her inexplicably.
At the moment, he was void of emotions.
Wasn't it said that an apple never falls far from its tree?
It was like ' a like father like son situation'.
His heart beat aggressively in his chest.
What if she was afraid of him?
Everyone knew his history, and besides who would love him ( a cursed man?)
" Was I supposed to be?" Cassidy retorted.
She pulled away from his injured hand and sat opposite him.
" Why would I be afraid of you?" she asked again, and looked straight into his eyes.
Those eyes.
It was said that one could look into another's eyes to discern their feelings.
She couldn't explain what he was feeling but she knew he was hunted.
" Aren't you afraid that I'm the Draco's son? The deadly mafia's heir? My history is known everywhere," he winced.
" Khalid Lucian, it isn't your history. It's your father's, and you can decide to change yours and build a better one."
Cassidy was astonished at her courage.
She had never spoken this way to anyone.
He was surely doing something to her.
Despite knowing his history, she still liked him.
She liked that he was going to protect her.
But above that, her reasons were beyond her explanation.
There was an abrupt stop to her thoughts when she saw a smile appear on his face.
Those eyes seemed to glitter.
" Cassy, I love it when you call my name. You make it seem like it's a good name."
Lucian?
" It's a good name. Lucian - it means man of light," she said.
" When I was younger, my friends used to call me Lucifer, and it made me hate my name. I didn't want to be called Lucian again. Now, you've made it seem like a good prayer."
A blush crept on her face.
" Why don't you tell me about yourself? Your family?"
His leo eyes seemed to glisten more.
Cassidy sighed in exasperation.
It would be a collosal waste of time talking about herself.
Besides, what was there for her to talk about?
She hadn't had a cheerful and happy childhood for as long as she remembered, and she used to pray for a whole new family where everything was right and one that felt like hers - not one that was ruled by a self-absorbed father and a weak mother.
She was just not good enough for her father who was always disappointed in her incompetency.
He never failed to show his emotions to her and he always shooed her away like a forbidden duck.
Which was even better?
The fact that she was denied a father's love?
Or the fact that everyone else saw her with the exact eyes her father had always seen her with?
It was indeed tiring.
" Don't you have an answer to my question?"
Cassidy raised her head quietly.
" But, maybe if you sit on a question for too long, the answer might find you," they chorused.
They both exploded in a giddy laugh.
" It's sad to say that my problem is that I don't sit on the question for too long," Cassidy divulged, and sighed audibly again.
Khalid suddenly stood up from the bed, and this made Cassidy glance at him.
" Come with me.
" I've something to show you."
Khalid extended his hand for her to take.
" What's that?"
She stood up while taking his hand.
They trudged towards the door silently and walked through passageways that seemed like a maze while they held each other's hand.
Khalid stopped in front of a door after what seemed like eternity.
He pushed the door open.
" Whoa!" Cassidy gasped breathlessly.
The room had so many patches of beautiful colours in an organized manner, and it made the entire room look delicate.
At a corner, there stood the shiny musical set which glittered endlessly while the beautiful ray of sunlight sipped in through the window.
She stared absentmindedly.
" You play?"
" Yes, I do. You like it?"
" Like?
" I love it," her beautiful voice became wistful in its bliss.
" ... want me to play?"
" Your hands?
" Playing the piano might worsen your injury."
" I can still play," he affirmed.
" What piece do you want to play?"
" Why don't you decide."
He pulled a chair towards the piano and sat on it.
Khalid stared at the piano for a moment.
It's been a long time since he played.
His grandmother had thought him to play the piano since he was five, and playing had always given him mind's peace whenever he was troubled.
" Let's play Kat Valdez's ' on my way'."
He exhaled.
It used to be his favourite, and he had learned how to play that piece with enthusiasm.
At the moment, he wasn't sure he could remember it.
He exhaled again, and tapping the piano, he began as energy welled up inside of him.
" Always knew you
Even when I didn't know
You
Don't make sense, but it does
I was on my way to you.
Every teardrop fell so heavy
Hurt like hell
But heaven sent me through
I was on my way to you
And every heartbreak was a yellow brick road
Pointing me straight, just taking me home
I was never lost
I was just passing through
I was on my way to you
Hope was hopeless
Faith was running
Didn't notice you were coming through
You were on your way too
And you don't believe in meant to be
But somehow you were meant for me, it's true
Yeah, you were on your way too
And every heartbreak was a yellow brick road
Pointing me straight, just taking me home
I was never lost
I was just passing through
I was on my way to you
I was on my way to you
I was on my way to you
I was on my way to you
Oh, I'm on my way
On my way to you
On my way
On my way to you
On my way
On my way to you
Oh, I'm on my way
I'm on my way (on my way)
On my way (on my way)
On my way to you."
She sang lightly - her energy flowed all over the entire room.