...Amara's pov...

The sky looked dangerously gloomy with all the black clouds overpowering it's Naturally pleasant blue Color with black.

He stood there staring at her tombstone even though the sun was about to set. He stood there still like a stone as if the time has been stopped for him alone.

Watching him being calm and still is scary, his silence is as scary as the silence before the storm. She died. His love, the girl whom he loved more than anything in this world is no more, yet not even a single tear left his eyes.

Even though he's calm there's something about him which made me realize that he's not mourning for her death but fuming with rage. His red eyes flared with hidden rage against someone, someone who caused her death.

His clenched jaw, red eyes, veins popping out of his neck, and his irregular breathing depicts how cruel death he would be planning for the culprit who murdered his girlfriend aka my best friend.

I wanted to console him, pat his back. I want to let him cry on my shoulder. He doesn't deserve any of this, the man whom I'm witnessing right in front of my eyes is not the person I knew. His bunny smile, his cheerful character, and his lame words just died along with her.

The ring which he brought for her was still in his pocket. He came prepared to propose her with her favorite flowers and the most expensive ring she could ever have, but all his plans went in vain and the day which he planned to make it memorable turned into something which he wanted to erase.

He fell on his knees right when he heard her being dead. The flowers which he brought for her were now withered totally just like his smile and laugh.

It pains. It pains watching your loved ones getting hurt. Just imagining him getting heartbroken makes me feel pathetic, I couldn't do anything to make it erase. His pain! I wanted to lift that thing off his heart.

"Let's go! I think we need to give him some time to be alone." a familiar voice caught my attention making me face him.

"Aaron! I miss her! She's not going to come back. The girl with whom I used to talk, the girl with whom I used to share my secrets with, the girl whom I used to call my sis is no more. I'm her best friend, I couldn't handle her not being by my side, how do you think he would handle the situation all by himself?"

"I will be with him! It's already night Amara! You need to go!" I heard Skylar rejecting my thoughts of staying along with him.

"You hate him sky!" he exhaled deeply processing my words which were nothing but facts.

"You still love him! That Tristan guy, you still like him right?" For a fraction of seconds, I forgot how to breathe. Aaron's always been a man who would read you like a book even though he seems like he doesn't care. And sometimes I hate him doing that, like right now.

It's not his fault knowing a lot about me, it's mine! I don't like it when people read me as if I'm transparent. There are some secrets which you wouldn't like to share with anyone. And Tristan is one of them. He's my secret which I would like to carry it to my grave. But Skyler and Aaron knows about each and everything that happens in my life and my love for Tristan is not an exception.

"I don't know! You can say that I care about him. Watching his cheerful self getting vanished makes me feel like shit!" I just whispered lowly staring at his figure near her tomb.

"I think he has someone to care of him!" upon hearing Skyler's words I shifted my attention to the tall man who just laid his hand over Tristan's shoulder and kept patting his back.

He looked like a doctor and it made me relieved. I just saw how carefully he took Tristan along with him. I'm relieved that he has someone to care for him.

I didn't know that I'm pitying the most dangerous man in my life. I didn't know that the man whom I loved will be the one whom I would despise the most.

I have never confessed to him neither I have any intention to do it in the future. Something's must be left as they were used to be.

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...Three years back ...

...Amara's pov...

"Mom, I really told you not to do that!, I am just 20 mom! All I need is a Job after graduation not a man." I whined again not wanting to meet the person with whom my mom had arranged a blind date with.

"Excuse me Lil miss, when I'm 21, I already had you in my tummy." she gave a little pat on her stomach while heading towards the kitchen, and I rolled my eyes in annoyance.

"Come on! You don't need to go through the whole thing to get preggy.  It's just a one time- ouch hyung!" Skyler's words remained incomplete with a smack strong smack on back of his head.

"Thanks Aaron! I really wanted to do that too, you know."

"No mention, he just being too loud for me to take a nap." Aaron let it out dryly while leaning back against the couch beside me.

This guy really knows how to pretend that he doesn't care. Skyler is like a naughty guy and Aaron is like an adult who keeps both of us in check.

"I thought of spending time with you even though it's just for a few hours. But no you have already prepared everything to keep me away from you all. You know that me and Jimin need to go back to the dorms right!" I yelled at my mom being frustrated only to get hit by Aaron which made me to glare at him even though I knew the fact that he wouldn't care.

I heard my phone buzzing making me to retrieve it from my pocket. Even before I could do anything I heard my mom's voice from the kitchen.

"I sent you his number, you should get there within an hour." Wow, I get this in return for yelling out huh?! Cool!

"What if I skip it. He will obviously ju-"

"I will disown you, simple!" I gulped in fear as my mom stood there a few meters away from me close to the kitchen with a knife in her hand. My mom is scary when she's mad.

"I-I w-will go, ok! Now got back to kitchen." I said stuttering a little which brought a satisfactory smirk on her lips.

I sighed in relief watching her going back to the kitchen.

"Tell him how you feel, isn't it better than not showing up?" I thought, thought for a while hearing Aaron's advice. Right! Sometimes he proves that he's elder and more mature than us. I don't know how I ended up being friends with this man but I did. And I'm glad.

"I think you should take a chance. What If the man you're about to meet is your ideal type?" Skyler kept wiggling his eyebrows with an intention to tease me but I beat him to it by smacking with a couch cushion.

Finally considering Aaron's advice I decided to get ready for the blind date which my mother arranged for me. Brushing my long hair and getting rid off those tangles consumed most of my time.

So, finally I stood here right in front of the cafe where I was supposed to meet my so called date. Nervous? Yeah! a little bit, I don't know how will he take when I say that "I'm not interested" word right on his face. How I'm supposed to say that I like someone else? But still it's for the best I guess. If I just play along by smiling at him, it would look like I'm giving hopes. Sky being straight forward is best.

Stepping inside the cafe I got hit by the strong smell of coffee which made me sick. I hate the smell of coffee. I don't know what my mom was thinking by arranging the date here.

I took my time to carefully scrutinize each and every person who were present in the cafe and luckily a man with a black jacket caught my eye. He was back facing me but I'm sure that he's my so called date. I checked my phone again and re read the message I got from him.

He clearly mentioned that "black jacket" specifically so that I could recognize him.

Gathering up my whole courage into my fists, I walked over to his seat and exhaled deeply.

One.

Two.

Three.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not interested in dating anyone right now, I just don't want to hurt you, so-"

"I guess you got the wrong person!" a familiar voice whispered right next to me which caught me off guard. My heart immediately did a marathon just by his voice. I can't be wrong. It's him. I could tell that it's him just by hearing his voice.

My body went stiff as his breath tickled my neck and I felt shivers down my spine. He's close too close, I can literally feel his tall frame staning behind me. Fear? Nervous? I don't know the name of this thing I'm feeling right now. I just don't want to name the countless butterflies traveling in my tummy.

Red cheeks, accelerated heartbeat, sweaty forehead were not at all a good sign. It's my call for hiding from him. I usually do that every time I see him coming closer to me but now I can't.

Gulping down the lump formed in my throat I turned around to witness "Him" standing right before with a black jacket and his infamous bunny smile.

A surprise gasp left my lips automatically as it was my first time watching him this close.

"Tristan Sanchez!" the desirable boyfriend of every girl in our campus including me. My crush. I know it's Skyler's plan, I shouldn't have told him about Tristan being my crush.

"Can we sit?" he asked raising his brows questioningly as he gestured to take a seat on the empty table and I did eventually after fighting a marathon inside my head.

Do everyone feel this nervous in front of their crush or am I just overreacting? Everytime he smiles.

It was my first time meeting him. And I really regret it. If I knew that he's going be the demon that pries on my soul, I wouldn't have met him.

His eyes, his dark brown doe eyes which used to depict pure warmth and affection were now dripping of dominance and cruelty. His doe eyes were no longer innocent, but they're flaring with rage. Against me! He looked like he wanted to see me suffering, the corner of his lips were tugged up forming a satisfying smirk.

The man whom I used to adore transformed into a man whom I would like to erase from my life. Seeing him smiling, hearing his voice, sensing his presence gives me shivers.

Nothing has changed, that I time I felt my heart beating faster when he's around and it still does. But now it was just because of fear.

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...Amara's pov ...

*splash*

Tears brimmed my eyes as I clenched onto the chains which were tied to my either hands just to bear the burning sensation of the salt water gracing over the cuts on my body.

Blood, all I could see was blood everywhere in my radar. My vision was blurry not because of the defect in my eye sight but the cut that I've got right on my left eye. I cried harder, called for help, but all my yelps went unheard.

*Whip*

Clenching onto the chains harder than before I tried to take the strong whip lash on my back.

*Whip* *Whip* *Whip* *Whip*

Even before I could handle the pain, I was gifted with numerous strikes which made my throat to get hurt from the amount of cries that I'm holding down.

My blurry vision caught his neatly polished shoes which were right in front of me. His strong cologne which I used to love made me sick to the core. I felt nauseous, not because of the reek of blood but his cologne.

It disgusts me. I don't want even want to be here within in his sight but look at me being all tied up, like I deserved to endure and tolerate the torture he's gifting me.

"W-Why are y-you doing this?" even though my voice was mere a whisper, it was clear that he heard as his vicious laugh echoed through the walls which implied that it was just a trailer.

"Don't you know what you did? Well, I will not waste my time asking you for reasons. You have a very long hair! And I know you love it! Right?" he caressed my long hair smoothly and I know what he wanted to do. No! He can't do it! He knew that it means a lot to me.

"P-please! N-Ahh" I yelped in pain as grabbed me by my hair making my scalp to burn.

Closing my eyes tightly due to the impact of his strong grip I begged him to spare me. My hands and legs felt numb, I don't know how many hours I have been tied up like this! I wiggled with all my strength left in my body.

"You took away something precious from me, Now it's my turn." He gritted through his teeth furiously by grabbing my jaw and I could feel his nails digging into my skin. He used his full strength as I can feel blood on my skin due to his nails.

"T-Tristan! Please I promised my father! And you know it!" I said between my sobs as I tried to wiggle hard when I saw one his men handing him a pair of scissors.

If he would do that, that would be my worst day ever. He clearly knows how to get me hurt. I shouldn't have even met him.

"N-No! Please! It means a lot to me. Don't do this! I will do whatever y-" A sudden gasp left my lips as soon as I heard it. He cut my hair. I forgot how to breath as I saw the picture of my dad smiling at me fading away eventually.

It's been 10 years since my dad died of cancer. I've been a spoilt brat as he never said anything against my choices. I never did anything which he wanted for me to do. That's because I did what I like without considering anyone's choice.

I never grew up my hair long until I'm 13. Whenever I get a haircut I noticed my dad's smile. He used to say one word when I asked about how I look, "Pretty!" he used to say that along with a peck on the crown of my head.

When he got diagnosed with cancer we all cried for days. I cried a river and my mom cried an ocean. My dad?! He never cried. I haven't seen a single tear rolling out of his eyes.

I was so angry, he just behaved like he didn't have any disease. He laughed smiled and ate everything without considering his health. I don't want him to cry, I want him to let out all the feelings he had been stuffing inside his heart.

When I tried to talk to him I happened to hear his words by mistake. It was him, letting out his feelings all alone inside the empty room.

He sobbed quietly clutching onto our family Photo to his heart. His eyes were wet and red. His small sniffles broke me apart.

Tears flew out of my eyes when I heard him crying his heart out. I tried to control myself but I couldn't. That's when I realized, my father never cried I in front of us just because we would panic even more by watching him breaking down.

He hid his feelings so that we could be at ease. A sad chuckle left my lips as I saw him trying hard to make me and my mom happy even though he's at his death bed.

The next day I saw him smiling with my mom in the living room. His smile! It was genuine. A genuine smile which came from his heart.

I thought he was smiling because of the movie. But no, his genuine smile was because of my mom who kept laughing her heart out by watching the movie.

I wondered how did he even manage to smile when knew the fact that he would die soon. I totally forgot about the little smile that was plastered on my lips by watching him smiling. Maybe he smiled because of the same reason as me.

Love. If you love someone then you will smile when they laugh and you will break when they cry. Maybe that's why my father never cried in front of us.

He knew that he would get hurt even more when we cry. That's why he always tried to be strong in front of us, just to make us stronger. That's his way of loving us and I know he will never regret it.

When he was on his weak moments, I made a promise to him. A promise that I would never cut my hair. I happened to see his letters before he left us alone. He wrote that I just look like his mother! My grandma who died giving birth to my father. He just saw her in photos. I never knew that he missed her. He used to say that the only difference between me and my grandma is hair. She has a long black hair unlike me.

My father used to write letters every year to his mom on her death anniversary. It's his habit that he picked up since he was a child. Every year he used to write letters to his mom and bury it in the backyard near the tree which my grandma planted, he believes that his mom would read them.

That year he didn't bury it. Maybe he thought he would soon reach his mom. I cried when I saw the letter he wrote for his mother.

"You know mom! She looks exactly like you expect for your long hair. I wanted to watch her growing up tall , I want to see her growing up into a woman and I want to see how pretty she will be looking with a long hair. But I guess I will have to watch her together with you up in the heavens."

His message made me cry harder than ever.

I made a promise to my father that I would never cut my hair and the reaction I got from him is priceless. A smile. A genuine smile smeared upon his lips followed by a laughter.

Maybe he laughed because of my stupid decision but I could never forget his smile that got stamped in my heart. Caressing my hair and placing kiss on the crown of my head, he died with the same smile.

I did not grow my hair long to look like my grandma, it's just because.................the little promise made my father to smile even on his death bed. I feel like he's watching me from up there whenever I see myself in the mirror with a long hair.

Everytime I visit his grave I would just smile being proud that I kept my promise. Even though it's silly I wanted to do that with sincerity. Because I didn't get to do anything for my father when he's alive.

But now I feel like I betrayed him. I broke the promise which is most important thing in my life and my heart.

And it's because of Tristan Samchez. Just because of him.

He hurt me physically and now mentally. It hurts me more when I think about him doing all this deliberately. I hate him. I hate that I loved him once.

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