After Maa, Rey was the only person who had been remotely able to penetrate into her heart. And now, he was terribly misusing that position, to inflict wounds inside, without even his actual trying.
Her heart poured more through her eyes. No matter how many times she wiped them, the flow didn't stop.
Little pieces of him... His scent... His clothing... His voice... His breath... His Touch...
It all seemed to permeate inside her body, and make her create him inside of her. Her heart, her body, her soul was filled with his existence.
And the irony was, in her real life, he didn't want to exist.
But after hours of weeping, she sits still.
Because now, she has made her peace.
Maa kabhi khush nahi hoti.
Rey Kabhi wapis nahi aaenge.