World After Worlds
Chapter 362 - 362: § THE FACT WAS NOT THE TRUTH §

"If you are done crying, go home. Let's talk when you're not this emotional." Lyndon said as he retracted his hand before he could even touch her.

It was like he was struck by lightning. A sudden realization bashed his entirety.

Instead of comforting her, he stood up from the mattress and left her alone in the room. He closed the door and leaned on it. He placed his hand on his chest, it was beating fast and loud. He can't be…

'Y-y...you d-don't even l-love m-me…' and as he closed his eyes, that scene replayed in his head. Why does he want to say that she's wrong? He wanted to refute her claim but she was right, everything she said to him was the truth.

He didn't love her. He was using her. But why does it feel like that fact was not the truth?

He can't be, right? He can't be in love with Yanarym…

Tiana might have made him feel emotions he never thought he could experience. But how come Yanarym makes him feel things he never knew before? How could a mere woman like her do this to him? He had fallen for her? … with Yanarym?

Tiana was waiting outside their classroom on their last subject. She didn't come to school earlier and she could not take classes in her state of mind. She waited for Lyndon to go through the door, she had to talk to him.

Yanarym passed by her and Kraig was holding her tenderly. Tiana doesn't know how to react, she knew what she saw. That was no illusion, she 'saw' them, her and Lyndon in the dark, bodies connected, and they were moaning, grunting, kissing…

"Lyndon!" Tiana yelled his name. He was about to pass by her and treat her like the wind but not this time. He will not ignore her this time! He stopped walking and she immediately ran in his direction.

"What do you want?" She gulped and clenched her fist.

She caught him cheating on her, she caught him banging some other woman. This is how he approached her? Shouldn't he be a little bit remorseful after having fun yesterday?!

Resentment stirred within Tiana, he's not even repenting. He was not even sorry for what he had done with Yanarym.

"I saw you with Yanarym last night, I know what you did!" She shrieked at him but he seemed not surprised. Instead, he scowled at her.

"I know."

"You... know?"

"Yes, I know it was you who were watching me loving Rym that night. I didn't know you liked watching live porn---" An abrupt slap shut Lyndon's mouth.

Tiana was trembling in anger, so furious. How could he?! HOW COULD HE?! Again?! He dared to do this to her again!?

Tiana recalled what happened that night, she had the repeating dreams, no, it was not repeating, it was a continuous dream.

After she woke up from that terrible dream, she rushed to Lyndon's house to tell him about her dreams. Because she had a conclusion and it may sound crazy but it feels accurate... She could feel it, Azkin's soul in her body! How could she say so?

Because in that dream, there was Azkin, Mia, and Francis. That time, she dreamt about Azkin's feelings for Francis, she felt it, how much Azkin loved Francis --- like she was Azkin herself. All of her emotions --- Tiana could feel them. Azkin despised Mia, she knew Mia was also in love with Francis and she was using Francis's feelings to hurt her... Hurt Azkin.

Azkin was trying to protect Francis, but Francis told her that he didn't love her. He loved Mia... and he would not let Azkin do anything to Mia. Azkin was heartbroken, he wanted to spellbound Francis to love her, but she couldn't. She didn't want Francis' fake love, she wanted Francis' love! His real love! But he didn't want her, he didn't care about her.

Just like now, the very situation was happening now. Tiana forgot the face of the man again, but the sensation of happiness and pain Francis made Azkin felt, Tiana was feeling it on Lyndon's treatment. No, no, she felt this before on Kraig too but Lyndon was hurting her much worse.

She's convinced she is Azkin reincarnation, she didn't know how it happened but she knew, she's certain! If she is not then, why?

Tiana's body felt like it was surging with some power, it was painful. And memories were rushing to her head every night, along with those memories was her love for Francis. And Tiana couldn't believe that her heart was still longing for that man's heart. But that man was still in love with Mia --- and Mia is Yanarym!

Kraig noticed something different from Yanarym from the first day of returning to school. She became aloof and her way of talking to him was not like how she used to. How could he not notice the difference, especially now? That she doesn't like it when he is sweet to her or calls her Love. It's like she was avoiding him.

"You don't need to send me home, Kraig," as they were walking to the corridor she halted her steps and stepped away from him. She didn't even let him touch her, he wanted to complain and ask what's the matter but he is afraid that if he raises a concern about this she would say or demand something that he wouldn't be able to grant… a breakup. "I will be going home with Mother, she's taking me and Marcus outside for dinner."

He faked a smile and reached out for her hand but she swiftly evaded him. Both of them froze with that obvious rejection but none of them spoke. He tried to be cool with it and nod his head for agreement.

"Sure, ...if that's the case, you should eat plenty." He joked but only awkwardness drifted on their atmosphere. Yanarym didn't even look at him, she was stale, zoning at the ground.

He doesn't understand, what did he do? Why is she acting this way? Was it about his limited time with her? Because he was busy for some time and neglected her? Is she getting back on that? No, they talked about it before the school started and she told him it was fine. They were fine, so what is the reason for this?

"Yes," she mumbled uncomfortably, "I'm going to my mother's office, bye." She turned around but before taking a step, he grabbed her wrist. She looked up to him--- Kraig gulped, his heart racing not because of flattery but fear of those cold eyes.

"Have fun, okay? I love you."

"Yeah," she brushed his hand off of her wrist and turned around again. He gaped in the direction where she was going and just remained standing there.

He suddenly remembered when Tiana insisted on talking with him last night.

Yanarym saw Tiana running away, crying. She didn't even have to ask. Lyndon caused that, didn't he?

This never-ending crying of a woman, Yanarym scoffed. Lyndon wasn't considering even his female lead's feelings, such a jerk. Shrugging her shoulders; she continued to walk where she would be meeting Lyndon. And there he was leaning on the wall with his hands on his shoulder.

Lyndon is an attractive man, he could par with that look to any of the men she saw from her past lives, she actually doesn't get it, why do people from this world have a lot of perks of life even though they are all at bitches and bastards.

She sighed and peered at Lyndon, he had broad shoulders and a lean body. With his red magma hair and green tantalizing eyes, screaming his silent personality who doesn't usually associate with the crowd. His plump, luscious lips were always pressing together as if he was always annoyed with the world. With his thick brows that were forming into a straight line too.

A total bad boy image, matching with his dark fashioned clothes. How come his ability was about healing and regeneration? It doesn't match his personality at all. He sort of looks like he would destroy the world yet his magical ability was purely based on helping heal injuries.

"Lyndon," she called his name and he directed his eyes towards her. Yanarym walked in his direction and he watched her until she arrived in front of him. "Do we have to talk here? What if someone sees us? Why-" He pulled her hand to the side of the wall and trapped her within his arms.

"You're so nosy," he smiled at her, "I have good news for you." He looked down on her and smiled widely, "I broke up with Tiana." She hazily looked up to him as he was looking down to gape at her reaction.

'Woah, hold your horses there young man, what?' Yanarym's eyes widened with the rapid unfolding of events. Lyndon was impatient, but she was not expecting him to be 'this' abrupt.