"Ryan!!"
Delyth screamed out his name, her voice shrill and desperate. But Ryan ignored her completely, his footsteps resolute as he exited the room. The sound of the door shutting behind him reverberated in a tense silence.
Unable to bear his clear indifference, Delyth grabbed a pillow and hurled it towards the door with all her might. But it didn’t even reach the doorway, instead, it fell to the floor with a dull thud.
"Ryan, you can’t do that to me! You can’t!" she hissed, her chest heaving with anger. Her eyes gleamed with dark malicious intensity.
Her fingers clenched tight around the edge of the blanker as she muttered through gritted teeth, "Arwen, it’s all because of you. Why did you not die in that accident? Why?"
Her voice cracked and her words carried a venomous bitterness. She stared into the distance, her face contorted with anguish and rage. Her lips slowly twisted in the curve of a smile which was devoid of any warmth. "Arwen," she scoffed, her tone dripping with pure jealousy. "I won’t let you win. Ryan is mine. I will make him see it sooner or later. He will come back to me. I will make him. Just wait and see."
***
Outside, Ryan leaned against the wall in the corridor, his hands balled into fists at his sides. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block it out, but her words lingered in his mind, feeling the frustration bubbling inside him.
It was not just her words —it was everything —everything he did to hurt Arwen again and again over the years. Those all have turned into guilt and regret but even so, he couldn’t bring himself to act upon it. The promise he had given to Zeke seemed to have ruled over it all. Even though he knew Zeke didn’t want him to stay tied up to it forever, he couldn’t bring himself to put his sister in a situation where he wouldn’t like to see her, no matter what.
Zeke, this was all that I could do. I hope you won’t blame me anymore because from hereafter I won’t be able to cater to any of Delyth’s wishes. He muttered to his soul, promising himself more than promising to Zeke.
Ryan exhaled sharply, pushing himself off the wall, ready to resume his walk. But his phone buzzed in his pocket. Pulling out when he checked it was the same officer from before.
Not hesitating for another second, he answered the call, "Officer Samuel!"
"Mr. Foster, I received your call earlier but couldn’t hear you. So, I was just checking if everything was fine," the officer asked, his voice calm, yet vigilant.
Ryan forced a smile, though it didn’t reach his eyes. "Oh, I am really sorry if I disturbed you, Officer Samuel. That call was a mistake on my part. Everything is fine on my end. But thank you for checking."
Silence lingered for a brief second, and Ryan could sense a hint of doubt in the officer’s tone. Before Samuel could press further, Ryan added, "Oh yes, there’s something I have been meaning to ask you."
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