As morning came, the Pope woke up. His appearance was all disheveled by the sleep .He came down from his room.As he did unaware of what is going to happen.
Soon, his gaze went on the the typewriter laying there on the couch.His expression became puzzled.He slowly went and picked it up and rubbed his hair while thinking:
"Who left it outside here,I hid it in a room..."As he was wandering his gaze went on the note written on the typewriter,It clearly spoke:
"The devil is real,It doesn't have 2 horns.It can be beautiful just like humans :)!."
He could feel the gravity of the note and his expressions were of horror,Because it felt like as if the type writer knows about him just like someone..There was a hint ofd espair in his eyes .
He could see:"Same style, Same rhythm."
He quickly turned around and rushed to the store room .He threw it there and locked the door as quick as possible.He could be seen breathing heavily as he slammed the door hard.
He slowly relaxed himself and went outside.
Outside, he could feel the breeze which helped his heart to ease a bit.He felt refreshed as it was still early in the morning.He could feel a sense of belonging by the cool atmosphere and his soul finally felt at peace.He took a deep breath and enjoyed the scene of lively blue sky and huge green bushes surrounded by birds chirping early in the morning which caught his heart.He closed his eyes and felt every whisper ,He mumbled to himself:
"The time is not so far,I guess.."
Before thar moment could last.He heard foot steps of someone coming,He didn't turn around to look to see who it was.As he already knew it was AnastiaHe just spoke when the the sounds of footsteps came to a stop:
"You woke up early today,Anastia."
She responded as she stood behind,"
Just like a shadow who haunts you by her presence.Isn't it wrong?"The Pope couldn't deny her words as those were the facts.He may looked normal from the outside but inside?He was in a turmoil of fear just by Anastia lingering presence around him.He knew something about her which led him to act his way.
Anastia continued to talk:"
Why did you even adopt me.If I were to be treated this way?.Her question made the Pope more silent.He didn't know what to say or even tell.
He just mumbled:"I did it for your own good,Anastia...I may have some..
He was cut mid-sentence by Anastia .She yelled her words sharp as a knife and scars which she hid behind an armour:
"I may?,Are you serious?.You don't even know if you truly care for me."
The Pope couldn't debate more and just went silent.Anastia was helpless .She didn't push any further and left with a message:"Breakfast is ready, you may as well eat with me as usual,Father?.But you don't even see me as a daughter.Rather more like a threat?.How pathetic you are!.
"Her words sliced his heart into millions but he didn't said anything."
Pope just looked towards the apple tree and whispered:"Maybe it's time to tell the truth."The scene shifted.
As they sat in silence at the breakfast table…
The sounds of spoon and forks moving filled the dinner table .She didn't even said a word and continued to eather meal while Pope couldn't bring himself as he was in internal fire.Finally he gathered the courage to tell the truth.His legs were shaking beneath as he spoke:
"Anastia, I have something to tell you."
His words came more like a plea.Anastia gave a dull reply :
"What is it?."
Her eyes were fixed at the food as she didn't want to meet his gaze.Pope spoke in low tone,"
It's about your true origin.."
At that moment the spoon fell from Anastia's hand and her eyes widened up.Pope despite noticed the shock on her face but continued anyway:"You know,memory also remains alive somewhere...
That's your true origin hidden by a shadow which haunts my soul."
Anastia couldn't understand his words.She just met his eyes with unspoken emotions."What do you mean.?"Pope looked away as he couldn't come to meet her gaze and continued:
"You are someone created by the memory of an unknown person who I once loved deeply."..
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