JiYa OS ll No Love

He was told, not to fall in love. Again and again, again and again; the same thing was repeated to him. Don't fall in love. It wasn't a warning, it was an order. And he always thought he had the power to obey this order given to him.

But it wasn't the first time a being had been wrong.

His plan was to use her as a pawn. She was the only way he could achieve what he wanted. That was what was planned for him. So what if he had a little fun with her? So what if the time spent with her made him feel happy? So what if he went in a little too deep?

So what?!

He could go out anytime he want. No effort, no pain would be done on his part. Easy come, easy go; that was his motto right? If he had the power to get away anytime he wanted, there was no harm in passing some time. Right?

But, when did he start to care? When did he make the decision to forsake his mission to got after her? Since when did the feelings of protecting her rise inside his heart and wrapped around his body?

He fought with all the questions for a long time, fighting a losing battle. His reflection smirked at him, mocking his sense of self-restrain. His every thought seemed to surround her. And he started to count the moments.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5...

How many more moments he could spend with her till she got involved too deep? This worry haunted his nights. Then, he stopped caring.

He could multi-task, right? Go on with his mission and be with her. He only needed time to sort out his feelings. And they were being sorted out.

But the day which had to come someday, came. She stopped being a puppet and raised her head. Now she accused him. Of using her, of lying to her, of separating her from her better half. And he only stared blankly. But when she started to leave, he didn't just stare.

He held her and pulled her back. He claimed his right on her. He showed her his beastly side. And she was scared...scared to move, scared to breathe. He warned her that she was safe only when she was with him. One step away from her could lead to a consequence he didn't wish for.

She was frozen and it was a wonder she didn't shatter to countless pieces when she hit the ground when he let go of her. He left her there, lifeless.

Was he obsessed with her? No, he only wanted to protect her. She was silly. She didn't understand, she never did! It was his duty to protect her...no he wasn't obsessed. He was just doing the right thing.

But he had to answer someone. He had to answer the one who had ordered him. But he had the answer,

"Its not because of a woman..."

The words were clear, his tone strong, his intention unquestionable. He was excused. Now he was free. Free to go to her, free to protect her. But she wasn't keen on being held a hostage. And she did what he feared the most.

She took steps away from him.

Now she was in too deep.

The facade wasn't going to work, the mask had shattered. Now it was an war. Him fighting for her without her by his side. She stood someone in the center, dazed by what was going on. Clueless about the situation. But he couldn't hold her in his arms like he always did and make her understand. She was too far away.

The battle began. He fought. He cared. He fought. He worried. He fought. He got hurt. He fought. He fell. He fought. He got up. He fought. Because he had a reason. Then, he stopped. Because he failed.

She stood there, in front of his eyes. Her eyes, so dear to him, fading their lights. She looked at him then at her hands.

Red.

He forgot everything; he left the battle and reached for her. But before he could, she fell down. He looked at her figure, drowned in eternal slumber. The last unsaid cry lingering on her lips.

Flashes of the past came running in his mind, blinding him. His knees grew weak and he fell beside her. The beast had turned into a human.

The words echoed in his mind..."I told you not to fall in love with anyone!" But it wasn't love...it was just a sense of protection, right?

What was truth, what was lie? He soon forgot. He had failed. He had lost. He touched her cold body...smelled her red blood.

Then, he howled in the piercing silence of the night.

It was too late for him to realize that the excuse he had been using all this time was, in fact, null. It was love. But what was the point now? She was gone... Now what did it become?

With her, it was love.

Without her, it was no love.

And he had to live with it...

...for an eternity and a day.