BekStory (2)

Ah...

Something was dangling a few paces in front of Bek in mid-air.

It swung with limb motion, swaying with a serene yet sorrowful pattern that oozed of a heavy and intense presence.

Sera was dead.

She had hung herself with a rope from the tie beam on the ceiling, her face with her eyes open that stared at the doorway with a sort of guilt-inducing look that immediately struck Bek, relieving him of all his joy.

The pale face of Sera as she swung made Bek feel, a little numb in the senses and for a moment, the scene before him overcame his sense of reason.

He emitted a sound somewhere between a chuckle and a sharp breath.

Yet...

He felt nothing.

Nothing pricked at his heart, no thick sensation like vomit attempted to rise from the pits of his stomach, from depths of his heart, to emerge as a shower of tears and great pain.

Nothing.

Bek merely stood there and breathed out a sigh.