Asad Waleed Durán

"I take what I want.”

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Nope not at all. I’m off tomorrow so I can be up for however long I want.


Storm ➣ Asi-Theia


“I know.” Aletheia said quietly, her gaze falling to the floor. He was right. How many times had they had this conversation? How many times had he asked her to stay or had she promised never to leave? How many times had she want to get away begging to be free from him? Too many times that this time might really be too late. She took a deep breath as she felt a painful swelling up in her chest. Maybe it was too late for them, but she was not ready to give up. At the end of the day no matter how much she mocked him, accused him of abandonment, or of never truly loving her she missed him. She missed those small intimate moments where she never doubted his true feeling for her. 

Her hand rested on her flat stomach, the absence of the little life that had started to form left an even bigger whole in her heart. Why couldn’t things just be the way they used to be? Why couldn’t the baby have survived? Why couldn’t it have been, without a shadow of a doubt, be his? Why couldn’t they go back to those days after she had finally told him how she really felt. There were so many questions and so many “what if”s. 

She finally looked up at him, her expression softened, “I just want you. Just you. All of you, Asi. I want you to be honest with me. I want you to not—to not throw me away. I just need to know if you want me or not. Not as your slave but as the woman you love. I need to know once and for all. If you think it’s too late for us then fine I won’t bother you again about me and you. That will be the end of it for good.” 

Asi swallowed. He stood there, staring at her as he let her words sink in. There wasn’t much going on in his head now, just pieces of the past and mostly of what was happening now. The apartment was still, silent while the storm outside continued on. Inches and inches of snow piled up, covering the streets in layers of frozen water.

His jaws clenched, keeping his eyes on her as he slowly shook his head. “What are you getting out of this? Why say these things after all this time? I’m trying to get my life back. And I know you’re doing the same thing so why go back to this again? Aren’t you tired of going around in circles? This is never going to work, Aletheia.” Meanwhile, he was oblivious of her hand on her belly although his mind touched the thought of her unborn child. 

working on my reply XD you’re not sleeping yet, are you?

Storm ➣ Asi-Theia


Aletheia couldn’t stand it. She couldn’t stand her tone towards him, she couldn’t stand the fact that he wasn’t being honest with himself, she couldn’t stand the words he said, for she knew they couldn’t be true, she just couldn’t take it anymore. She had seen the way he looked at her, how he touched her when he said he cared about her, the sheer look of shock and disappointment when she didn’t know the father of her baby. The anger that she so skillfully suppressed began to boil and overflow. Her hands clenched into a tight fist as he walked away from her. Normally she wouldn’t go after him, she would walk away—run away from him for the problems he caused her.

"You love him don’t you?"

"Yes, more than anything."

That was the conversation she once had with her aunt and here she was trying to get away from him, cutting all ties with a man she could not live without, not again. Not this time. This time she had a choice to leave him behind or stay by his side, but she couldn’t do that, not until he was completely honest with himself and free of the contract that bound them together. Then she could truly show him what he had always doubted in her. So she went after him, her hand grabbing a hold of his elbow and roughly twisting him around.

"Why can’t you be honest with yourself, Asi?" She demanded. She was angry and confused, her mind filled with so many emotions at once, "When will you let go of your damn pride? How long are you going to fight against what you truly want? You don’t want money. You never did. I know you. I know you care or at least you did so don’t you walk away from me. Don’t you dare walk away from me because I’ve had enough of us walking away from each other!”

Asi didn’t expect the delicate hand that grabbed him by the arm, stopping him in his tracks. He turned around to face her, eyes still dark and fiery from their argument.

"Don’t you dare walk away from me because I’ve had enough of us walking away from each other!”

"It’s a bit to late to realize this now, don’t you think?" He then said. "

What else do you want from me, Aletheia?” He faced her, stepping forward without thinking, pushing her against the wall. “I don’t see why we’re still having this conversation. We go in circles each we try to discuss things and honestly, I’m getting tired of it,” his words slipped out easily as if he wasn’t minding what he was saying. All these would be easier, he thought to himself, if she didn’t look too eager to speak. And for the life of him he couldn’t figure out what else she had to say to him. He knew well she hated him and he didn’t need to hear it once again.

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