He stood there, in complete silence, watching the place for a while. His favourite place to visit. The only place where he found comfort and solace.

The graveyard.

He let his feet tread lightly over the soils that supported new spring growth, white-bells and green wands of grass, until he was there, his eyes resting on her name in a tombstone, his heart hearing the sound of her voice, of her little cries, as if she were right there with him. Perhaps it is the memories that were the real bridge, that sense of love a key to open doors into the worlds beyond, yet here he was in the graveyard, reflecting upon those few moments of their everlasting bond.

Bending in front of the tombstone, he gently placed the fresh lilies which were residing on his bruised hands on the grave of his beloved. And while doing so, he gently rubbed his hand against her name.

Hope Aurora Black.

He kept staring at the name as he kneeled in front of it, but not once he uttered a single word. He just kept staring, blankly like he always does. But today was not like any other day. Today he came here alone for the very first time

There were no howling of the wind and rumbling of the clouds to accompany him. There was not a single sound which could mask his own, had he opened his mouth to speak, or perhaps to cry. But he didn't. Like always.

He ran a hand through his hair, accidentally touching his bruised forehead on the way. But not one painful gasp left his mouth as nothing really fazed him anyone. Specially no physical pain which he kept imposing on himself, trying to punish himself for his sins.

But could any amount of physical pain ever be equal to the pain in his heart? The pain of living his life with the fact that he not only ruined himself but ruined the one he loved the most.

Could any amount of physical pain be equivalent to the pain he caused her? The tremendous amount of pain she had to go through. Only because she loved him, way more than he deserved.

But there was nothing he could do now. Not anymore.

And so standing up, he walked away from there, leaving his little Hope behind like always. For he knew he would be back here again. He would be back here every single time when the pain would be too much to bear. When the pain would drive him so crazy that he would want to take his life and end his misery and give him an easy outlet away from the misery which he didn't deserve.

And so he knew he would always be back here, everyday, for his life was filled with nothing else...except pain.

Adam's pov

I was sitting at the edge of my bed, clutching my head with my hand as I felt a hand wrap around my naked chest from behind. Suddenly, I felt a naked female body, press their chest against my back as kisses were being showered on my neck.

Her sweet scent engulfed my senses as I turned to stare at her beautiful eyes. And not being able to put a restraint on myself, I kissed her with all my might

Pushing her back on the bed, I hovered over her, my hands holding both of hers above her hand. Slowly I shifted to her neck, kissing her sweet spot until she was writhing underneath me with pleasure.

And that is when I heard a voice

"Dadaa!"

Shit! Immediately I moved from above her, pushing her clothes back on her body as I hurriedly put on my clothes.

She quickly dressed herself, laughing at my reaction.

"She will never let us have our time will she," She asked smiling at my direction.

"Well your daughter loves to be the centre of attention sweetheart," I replied smiling at her.

As I said that she got up from the bed to wrap her arms around me as she placed a gentle kiss on my lips.

"Our daughter Adam. Our Hope."

Indeed she was.

Suddenly the door of our bedroom opened as Hope, my two year old daughter walked into the room with her teddy on her hand. Her face was tear stained as she walked upto me.

Immediately I picked her up as I kept showering her face with kisses.

"Why is my princess crying?"

"I...I had scally dweam."

"Aww baby," Sabrina spoke,"You can stay with mommy and dada okayy."

"Okay mommy," she spoke as her lower lip quivered.

Immediately Sabrina picked her up from my hands and kept rocking her in my arms as she fell into a deep sleep.

Slowly walking to the bed, she placed her down as she lovingly caressed her forehead. And I just kept staring at the scene infront of me with a smile on my face.

I had everything I ever needed. I had my family infront of me.

It was at this moment then suddenly Sabrina's face filled with concern.

"Bree, what's wrong?"

"A..Adam. Look," she told, pointing towards Hope's white outfit which was now filled with blood.

Suddenly Sabrina clutched her stomach tightly screaming in pain

Immediately I rushed towards both of them holding them both in each of arms.

"Bree. Hope. What's wrong?"

But no one answered a thing as suddenly Sabrina went completely limp in my arms and Hope didn't move too. She both were completely...frozen.

"Bree. Hope. Wake up. Wake up right now. Tell me what's wrong."

But they didn't wake up. They didn't

And at that moment, dad appeared infront of me out of nowhere.

"They are dead Adam. They are dead."

"Nooo. They are not. You are lying," I screamed as I held them both tightly against my chest with tears streaming down my face.

"You were so blinded with revenge Adam that you did not appreciate what was infront of you. You did not care about anything. Not your wife. And not your child."

"I'm sorry. I do care about them. I love them. Dont take them away from me"

"I'm not taking them away Adam. They are already gone"

"NOO THEY ARE NOT. IT CAN'T BE"

NOOOOOO

I shot up in my bed, panting hard, only to realise it was a just a dream. Or more exactly a nightmare. A nightmare of my painful reality.

Immediately I stepped out of the bed, moving towards the open balcony as I kept gulped a glass of water on my way

As I stood infront of the open balcony, I let the cold breeze hit my face. The wind blowed and sang its song to stir my emotions, bringing with it memories of the times gone. And memories of the time that I lost, forever.

It has been two whole years since I lost my everything. Others would have had emotional scars by now. Not me. For I was still bleeding.

I bled everything I remembered what I had done to the Bree. I bled everytime I remembered my little daughter. I bled every time I recalled my father.

The wounds just never closed.

The guilt was too much to let the wounds close. It always kept sprinkling salt over it. Making it hurt more each and everyday

I should've died that day. I wasn't supposed to be saved. No one shouldve saved me. I should've died with them.

But I didn't

Because this was my punishment

To spend my whole life in misery. To spend my whole life knowing that I have wronged the ones I have loved. Knowing that I was the reason behind their death..

So. Finally back. I wanted to write a longer chapter. But I was just eager to be back and give you guys something

Firstly I would like to thank all of you for being so loving and understanding . I couldn't have asked for a better audience. I wanted to reply to each and everyone of you. But I was offline all this time

And I would really like to thank my dear friend vidhi90 🥺💜💜💜💜 Thank you for the immense support you showed me.

I will try to update each week from now on as I am doing better

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