Laiba Naveed

Messed Up Games

To the one who couldn't have her

"I have never seen someone as cold-hearted as you before" Her eyes moved towards the direction of his voice. Gaze upon landing on his she could see the hatred in them. Such a burning piercing stare he held that made her smirk.

"And I wish that it stays as that" His eyebrows turned into a frown. At that moment, he only hoped that he wouldn't lose his sanity for someone like her. His eyes drifted towards her hands. The shakiness has become mitigated over time, but it was something that would still exist even after the human in her had died.

"They are even colder" She murmured as she moved her fingers a little to let the shakiness go away. He sighed as those eyes landed on someone who looked so innocent under the moonlight with the sparkling eyes pale skin with rosy cheeks lips with a tint of pink.

And it's been days since people have heard from her. Whispers were heard from afar some said she was in love while the only voice that echoed whispered that she was on a path of finding herself. That voice knew she hadn't been herself for months. Trying to find herself in the world of callousness, she didn't realize she had been immune to humanity from the very beginning.

He was right. She wasn't who she looked like every day. A mask which held her so perfectly a grip so firm that made her forgot, a mask is worn to be taken off.

He didn't realize that night she was no longer wearing a mask. Under the moonlight, she showed what that heart was made of for the very first time. A glass cold to warm hands that she had to hold it herself bruising those hands. Those scars bled every day.

Being the pawn in her own story, she became a queen in others. Broke the pawns just to get to her another king. She never understood chess yet aced every move.

~From the one who was one of the pawns