"Because sometimes life can be a gift to you", he grinned.
"Yeah, I am sure that after this beating you will feel this life as nothing but a gift", I laughed.
To me, the fact of the matter is Shane is in constant debate both within and outside his world. I personally feel it is not either a free life or a pleasurable one way.
I constantly kept looking deep near the pole, limiting my thoughts briefly to dismiss the negative originalities.
However, he wanted me to look at him.
He brushed my cheeks to digress the concentration on him.
He was detecting me ever since, on the ground that I wasn't scrutinizing him.
His gazes converse on a dissimilar thing that appears strange and sensual.
But it was not known to him that wherever my attention is, presumption revolves solely around him.
In every status I haggle with, I wondered what would have transpired in his company.
No doubt he would be grinning till the end.
And that's what makes him very engaging to me.
He is not what he looks like.
He acknowledges exhibiting a false outfit but his sanity says something else.
Nonetheless, he speaks realities.
"Kara!", he vociferates.
"aye?!" I got alarmed.
He cracked up touching his neck outside, and his complexion turned red.
Furthermore, he came closest to me.
"Kara, I'll be guilty of it", he vociferates and clutched me.
I was dumbfounded by his unaware tendencies. Slight tinges work marvels.
I believed he is deprived of touch. And consequently, I didn't heave his body abruptly but rather caressed his back gently.
I reckoned he could be a good companion.
At least, I don't feel an attention deficit either.
I eased back my body but he held it longer and squeezed me into a mashed potato.
My laughs resonated pretty much with his efforts.
"What's up pal!", I rotated my tensed shoulders.
"I like you so much", he hopped, squeezing my hand.
"Even I like me!". I reared my head in self-love. "I allow you to like me".
A sardonic half-smile flickers over his face.
"Yeah, I'll sleep on what you mean".
"Well, sleep on me", he grinned.
We shared a laugh and he offered me to stay shut. What?
Nah, he closely said, I'll meet you sooner, as for sure, I heard his father was on his way to kidnap him, so I might get tangled in that too. It's a whole lotta confusion. What can I say!!
He ran with a quick peck on my cheek.
I always felt quite euphoric around him. I can't wait to see him again, even when he just left.
It was more than any lust. I had a cocktail of dopamine.
His eyes were glued to mine. Meanwhile, people around me might have assumed that I went crazy as I had been laughing my ass out till I stood near my gate.
Now it's time to have a glimpse of a boot-faced Kara, as therefore, our house is like a broken glass, every single piece scattered around, even so, it was fortuned to amass the pieces yet can never be folded back. Sadly, there is no world of love in this house.
We are all four end families who once lived under one roof but the day one gets a chance to catch his way to escape this reality will be lucky enough to have a goodbye. And it's probably me and Shyra.
Shyra lived with father. But years ago, we were very close to each other. We used to ride paper boats in the drains during the monsoon. In 4th grade, Shyra used to make my braid, and maa cooked karela every Friday to bully me and I used to shriek and jog away from her.
I was totally into the moment. I went back to my room, and at no point, I discreetly checked my family's album.
With the presence of Shane, all those laid-to-rest memories became keen to transpire like a bat out of hell. Our family, and our upbringing both were pretty good and filled with happiness until Papa smashed that seventh heaven.
His business went to his head, success drowned him to hell. His claims were treated with skepticism, mostly.
He was practically every night out, fought on minor things, and used up intoxicants, which downhearted the roof of that house.
One day on arriving back from his business trip, the packets of condoms were unveiled from the pouch.
That day I was heartbroken. Maa couldn't breathe and was down on her knees.
Those flowers withered, we were all scattered. I could caution the haze crystal clear that night for all those things which were tyrannical to me and I blindly kept walking over it.
After the divorce, he took the shyra from me.
I remember that same shyra who was lost crying in the courtroom, helpless.
A nostalgic tale to the night. He unknowingly made me compute the flaws within my family.
Turns out his sayings weren't all wrong.
Merry tears slid down my face for all his imitations.
This nostalgia was felt even more distressing when Shane wasn't around.
All the cries and shouts I heard were undoubtedly abusive.
But I'll make peace with my broken pieces sooner.