Deep in the night, frosty breeze outer side. Neva lay wide eyed gawking at the grey ceiling in the dingy warm room.
Her mind hazy haywire. She couldn't bring herself to rest and slumber. Every last one of Ishmael's words stings her head.
Lovesick on the bed she tosses and turns.
Thud-Thud...
The knocking sound reverbs as Neva's ears perks up. She takes the sound for granted yet careful she focuses, assuming it to be an illusion she closes her eyes attempting to calm herself.
Too much has transpired the past previous hours. She needs no less than a nap.
Thud-Thud...
She half sits and searches around assured she isn't hallucinating.
Another, Thud-Thud...
She jolts up.
As the knocking intensifies alarmed she hoists herself up from the bed.
Thud-Thud...
The door did not generate the sound, rather the transparent barrier bordering the balcony and Ishmael's room.
She turns off the white crystal table lamp, plugging it out and goes on preparing it as a weapon.
Unhurriedly Neva grips the priceless curtain distancing a little far from where the noise came from. She spreads it left, enough to peek through the chink.
She catches the sight of a man's silhouette she can't quite decipher.
The man makes an effort to unlock the glassed window wall.
Neva's brain garners a sharp chilliness, getting her dizzy following the unlatching, click sound of the window being opened.
She breathes out warm vapour readying herself to abuse the intruder's head.
Neva's heart beat quickens as the foreign man slides in, she strikes him the moment his feets lands on the floor inside of the room.
Neva trembles, aware the man evaded her attack. She gazes up panic-stricken.
He has the lamp gripped resulting her attempt to be futile.
"Neva?" The man voices. Neva's forehead creases as she recognises the tone.
"Neva... My God," his words wavers out. He immediately takes her in his embrace, his breathing ragged. He leaves little kisses on her hair. She's standing numbed, astray in the moment.
"Rhett?" Neva mutters, his appearance in the subdued environment murky.
"You are truly here?"
His eyes looking her through, Neva dreams all her despairs being washed saintly.
"I'm here Angel." Rhett seperates himself from her, caressing her cheek, she peppers kisses all over her face.
"I'm so sorry," Rhett says, his forehead attached to her own.
"Are you hurt? Did he do anything to you?" He asks, his eyes darkening.
Neva's orbs moist, drips saline water droplets as it drizzles down to her neck.
She shakes her head in return.
She lets out a lone sob, wrapping her arms around him. Rhett gladly cradles her, sttoking her hair gently, he kisses the top of her head.
"We have to get out of here Angel." He takes off his jacket, although layered in dews from raging snow and covers Neva with it.
"You are freezing too Rhett." Neva worriedly mutters.
"I'm fine, let's go." Rhett grabs Neva's hand, leading her out to the balcony.
White snow flatters the dense nature of the forest. The arctic air slams their bare face, pricking needles on their flesh Neva shivers.
"Get on my back." Rhett lowers himself down, having Neva climb on his back. "Hold me tight." Rhett advises. Neva clutches on him tightly, her arms entertwined around his neck—legs tangled around his torso.
A grappling hook has been fastened on the mountain below the glassed railing of the balcony.
He swiftly lifts his frame wearing Neva's weight along, he smoothly climbs down the railing and slids descending through the rope.
Neva peers up at the luxurious mansion and it's neighbouring pine trees on the surface.
The mansion was erected within a mountain.
Neva suddenly recalls Ishmael's words. He stated he build it honoring her wish.
She clings and squeezes herself on Rhett.
In the absence of any mishapennings, Rhett victoriously rescues Neva. Landing on the ground Neva parts herself from him.
"Angel are you alright?" Rhett scans her for injuries, he had never been this anxious.
"I'm alright." She comforts him. He pecks her knuckles and leads her out through the dark unlighted woods, eventually coming across a structured path.
Neva sees Rhett's adventure tourer, positioned on the side of the road. Rhett offers her a help with the helmet and wears one himself.
A grumbling noise reverbs out the motorcycle, upon being started around the hushed forestland as Rhett speeds away, reclaiming Neva from Ishmael's clutches.
On the other environment, Ishmael's residence heightens an uproar at the new figures of Neva's disappearance. Firing of bullets echoes around the four walls as Ishmael frantically holes his guards skulls.
"You promised, yet you left anyway." Ishmael mumbles, his demeanour frozen in grief.
Neva turns her head peering where she realises Ishmael's mansion should be. Her arms around Rhett tightens as she rests herself on Rhett's posterior, veiling her eyes sangfroid and tranquiled.
Despite being smashed and thrashed by the floundering storming gale as Rhett accelerates faraway, she feels her heart fiery ablazed, wherefore, she is the ember of a love her lover consumed her in.