World After Worlds
Chapter 370 - 370: § SUPERIOR §

Kraig was wide awake, had slept for three hours, and therefore had the energy to stay awake for the next two days. He looked at Yanarym who was sound asleep on his arm, she was facing him. He reached out for her hair and brushed them lovingly.

His nerves felt her raw back, he trailed his finger to her spine and she huddled in his arms. "Aurhmsn~" Kraig heard her muffled protest from his touch.

"Sorry," he pulled up the quilt to cover her body. Kissing her head, he smiled and cuddled her naked skin under the blanket. In the end, they weren't able to talk about Lyndon.

By this time, he was sure that Lyndon was occupied at the town hall. His revenge was commencing the ruin for Lyndon's family that would happen not long after today.

Kraig was cognizant that he told Yanarym about his hatred for Lyndon but never told her why. He never saw her hang around with Lyndon.

He was baffled because no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't figure out how she had made a secret relationship with Lyndon. She was always alone with him, they were always together… or, did she know Lyndon before they met? How long were they in… an affair?

If they were in contact since before, her strangeness during those times made sense. Particularly yesterday, when Yanarym wasn't looking at his eyes, she was evasive with his touch and even skittish every time he called her name. Guilt was enveloping her eyes and he could see that she lamented something and was sorry to him. But with what? Why? Can't she tell him about it? He was itching to ask her yet he chose to wait.

But really, he's not that kind of man, patient.

Yesterday, that day…

Kraig was aiming to kill Lyndon's father. If he left, Castor would be dead by now.

Kraig swore a pledge to make everyone pay for what they'd done to his mother. He would start by taking away everything important to Lyndon until he was left with nothing, just like him. Empty. Yet, he was beginning to become half-hearted in this plot of vindication.

He gained something---he obtained 'someone special' after coming here---He gazed at Yanarym's face and cupped her chin to face him and he planted kisses on her swollen lips.

He was expected to depart that day, but her peculiar behavior prompted him to reconsider whether he should leave her alone or converse with her. He was having an anxiety attack just by thinking that she was slipping away from him.

It was an important decision to make, between his vengeance or her, for the first time. Kraig was having second thoughts to prioritize his revenge.

He was not alone anymore. He was 'not' left with nothing any longer. He has Yanarym. So, he chose her instead of accomplishing his goal to kill Castor.

She groaned and creased her eyebrows before pulling away from him. Kraig didn't let her go but let her turn around. As her body faced him from behind, he held her hand and intertwined them, and buried his face on her nape. He has her, he's 'not' nothing now, he could lose her doing all these schemes for fulfilling his promise…

By now, he was scared by the notion of being alone. He never knew that he hated darkness until she showed him the glint of hope. Purpose. He always thought that his purpose was to kill Lyndon and avenge his mother, but what would happen after Lyndon dies? Does that mean his life was over too? Will this peaceful life he had with Yanarym also come to an end?

The warmth of her body transferred to his skin. His sensory sense was sensitive with every tussle of their friction. She was so delicate, so soft, so lovely.

This woman, he wanted to keep her. For a very very long time. To keep him company, to keep him feeling alive, happiness, madness, and sadness.

If he gave up his vengeance, will his heart be at ease? Will his mother detests him for not avenging her death? Is he being selfish? He just doesn't want to be alone again. He doesn't want Yanarym to vanish from his life. He wants happiness too. And anger, revenge, blaming---it wasn't so nice to feel---It feels bad, it feels sad, it feels lonely …

He didn't want that… not at all. Can someone save him from this misery? "R-rym…"

"Kra- Kraig… why are you crying?" She asked in a drowsy manner.

Kraig was taken aback when he awoke her, but he couldn't tell her to go back to sleep. He sought her sympathy to reassure him.

Yanarym sat up from lying and veered at him, her shoulder was soaked with his tears, and he was sobbing like a child. He was crying… he swallowed hard and looked up at her, he revealed to her a fragile smile as his tears kept on rolling on his cheeks. He parted his lips as his lungs contracted with emotions.

"I don't … w-want to be alone a-again." He mumbled and held her hand. Close to his face and kiss it so longingly. "I d-don't want to b-be bad. I don't want t-to be the v-villain anymore, R-rym. I hate b-being me. I hate myself b-but please d-don't hate me… Rym. L-love me, love me, j-just love me." Kraig stuttered, terrified that she would vanish in his arms.

"Kraig, shhh…" Yanarym crouched and embraced his face. He immediately wrapped his arms around her body and cried on her chest.

She pressed her lips to his forehead and didn't notice that she was crying too. She couldn't help it, Kraig was crying so much and she could feel his pain. His emotion was slithering on her heart… It was quite overwhelming.

"What's wrong with you? It's three o'clock in the morning!" She wept and Kraig laughed because she cried louder than him. "Stop crying, will you?!" He cackled and lifted his body to sit down along with her. "You are a crybaby!" She hissed and beat his shoulder.

Kraig made her sit on his lap and held her face, he made her face him and she was a mess. She was still crying, Kraig could not help but chuckled and kissed her nose and forehead before embracing her tightly, "I love you."

"No! What's wrong with you?! Why are you crying like a baby in the twilight?!" She crumbled and struggled to get free and because he lost so much energy from the sudden outburst of emotion, he wasn't able to keep her still. She glared at him and Kraig only placed his arms on her waist. "Answer me!"

"Am I selfish?" He asked in a husky tone, she raised a brow and wiped the tears on his cheeks and eyes with her palm and fingers.

"You are, you are, I am happy that you know that!" She huffed, when she wasn't content she took the pillow beside them, she used it to wipe his face. "You're crying at 3 am because of that?! Why are you such an overthinker, huh?!"

"Rym," he laughed at her roughness and let her satiate her anger. As she was done scrubbing the pillow to his face she pressed her lips and knotted her brows and grimaced at him. He smiled at her and reached for her face and caressed her cheeks. "I'm sorry for being selfish." He whispered solemnly.

Yanarym sighed, she realized, who wasn't selfish? Even those who were subjected to selfless people were selfish too. Even she, herself, is selfish. Is she sorry for that? No. Why would she? Should she be sorry for being herself? Why? Someone else was being selfish for their happiness. Why can't she do the same? Because the world needed diversity? Someone had to be 'selfish' and someone had to take the 'selfless'? … Yanarym snickered, that was nothing but hypocrisy, it was a gibberish idealism.

It's synonymous with the concept applied when it comes to the roles in a movie or a book.

The selfless was the protagonist, while the selfish was the antagonist? But in reality, bad people and good people were defined by norms and standardization of society.

Society has trends, they never stick to one belief. It would always change along with the time.

There was no way to draw the line in the distinction between the good and the bad. It was all based on perspective, the sole aspect that could be depicted that characterization was if it was being compared.

But who compares them?

Whose perspective was utilized?

Whose opinions were they being pursued?

Who was the superior among the lives that dictate if you are the hero or the villain, the side character or just the sacrifice for a greater cause?

Who gave that authority to the superior to decide?

When you think of it, who was it? Who was the superior of your life?