4 YEARS PASSED!

Alien - Esta '' [^ - ^]

As I wrapped my arms around him, I could feel his body tremble from the weight of his sorrow. My heart ached for him, understanding that in moments like this, words often fail to convey the depth of what we feel. I pulled him closer, allowing the silence to envelop us, hoping that my warmth would seep into his soul.

“Let it all out,” I whispered softly, my voice barely above a murmur, meant only for him. “I'm here, and you’re not alone I stroked his back gently, feeling the tension in his muscles begin to ease just slightly under my touch.

His tears continued to flow, an unrelenting tide that spoke of pain, loss, and heartache. I wanted to shield him from the weight of the world, to remind him that even in his darkest moments, he was loved deeply. “It’s okay to feel this way,” I encouraged, holding him tighter as he buried his face in my shoulder, seeking comfort in our embrace.

As his cries softened, I could sense the flicker of hope beginning to emerge amid the despair. “When you're ready,” I said, “we’ll talk about it. Until then, let’s just breathe together And in that cocoon of compassion, I let our shared silence be the balm for his wounded heart, a reminder that healing often begins with simply being there for one another.

BOY - Tries to wake up & talk.....

As the boy tried to speak, his voice was barely a whisper, yet it carried the weight of his heart. He looked up, his eyes reflecting a mixture of sorrow and gratitude. "Thank you," he managed to say, his voice breaking, "for being here, for everything."

Esta gently wiped away his tears, her own heart breaking at the sight of his pain. She held him close, feeling the coldness that seemed to seep from his very being. "You're not alone," she whispered, her voice filled with warmth and love. "I'm here, and I'll always be here."

The boy took a deep breath, feeling the warmth of her embrace. Despite the coldness that threatened to consume him, he found solace in her presence. "I don't know what I'd do without you," he admitted, his voice barely audible.

Esta smiled softly, her eyes filled with compassion. "You don't have to face this alone," she assured him. "We'll get through this together."

As the moments passed, the boy felt a glimmer of hope begin to take root in his heart. He knew the road ahead would be difficult, but with Esta by his side, he believed he could find the strength to keep going.

As the boy found solace in Esta's embrace, he was unaware of the darkness that had begun to taint her heart. The warmth she once exuded started to turn cold, a chilling prelude to the malevolence that lay within.

Esta's eyes, once filled with compassion, now gleamed with a sinister light. Her grip on the boy tightened, and he winced as he felt an unyielding force begin to crush his spirit. "You think you can find comfort in me?" she whispered, her voice dripping with lies. "You are but a pawn in my twisted game."

Narrator -

The boy's heart raced as fear took hold. "Esta, what are you doing?" he asked, his voice trembling.

With a dark smile, Esta began to tear at the very fabric of his being. "I have watched you for too long," she said, her tone devoid of empathy. "You are weak, and now, I will show you just how vulnerable you truly are."

One by one, she shattered the boy's defenses, each word like a dagger piercing his soul. "Every tear you shed, every moment of despair, they fuel my power," she said. "You are nothing but a vessel for my darkness."

The boy gasped for breath, his body wracked with pain as Esta's malevolence seeped into his very core. "Why?" he cried, his voice breaking. "Why are you doing this?" - It's paining - Please the Boy said.....

Esta -

"Because I can," Esta replied coldly. "Because your suffering brings me joy. And because, in the end, I will be the one who remains whole while you are left in fragments."

As she continued to break him down, the boy's hope began to fade. He had trusted her, believed in her love, but now he saw the true depths of her darkness. And in his final moments, as the coldness consumed him, he whispered, "I never thought it would end like this."

Esta watched as the boy's life ebbed away, a twisted satisfaction in her heart. "Goodbye," she said softly, her voice devoid of any remaining warmth. "You were never meant to survive."

End is close....

As the boy's strength waned, he whispered, "I loved you so much, Esta. This pain... it's devouring me, pushing me to the brink of the unknown." His voice trembled, each word a testament to his torment. "Every moment you keep away, every time you tear at my soul, it eats away at me."

His mind flashed with memories of happier times, moments filled with laughter and love. But now, those memories were tainted by the darkness."I love you more than anything," he continued, his voice breaking, "but I also hate you for what you're doing to me."

Esta's eyes remained cold, her expression unyielding. She reveled in his suffering, feeding off his despair. "Your love means nothing to me," she spat, her voice devoid of any warmth.

The boy's tears flowed freely, his heart shattering with each passing second. "Please," he begged, his voice barely a whisper, "end this. Let me die."

Esta's leaned in closer, her breath cold against his skin. "Very well," she said softly, her voice dripping with malice. "If that is your wish."

With one final, merciless act, Esta shattered the last remnants of the boy's spirit. His body convulsed, the pain overwhelming him as he gasped for breath. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice filled with a twisted mix of love and hatred. "Thank you for everything."

And with that, the boy's life ebbed away, leaving Esta standing over him, a dark satisfaction in her heart. She had broken him completely, and in his final moments, he had begged for the release of death.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh................God....................Plssss..................

Narrator -

As the memories of their happier times haunted him, the boy's voice grew desperate. "God," he pleaded, "take these memories away. Empty me of this pain. I can't bear it any longer."

To be Continued, As he took his last breath, a single tear fell from his eye, marking the end of his suffering. In the stillness of the night, the date etched itself into his soul: 31st January, the day he would decide his fate.

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