Chapter:-25

Light's P.O.V

I had brushed myself with the darkest shade of Grey or had jumped into a Rainbow? I propelled that I am transparent, who's fighting to choose which color to brush on. So, was he.

I tumbled on crooked paths,thinking I stepped perfectly on the perfect straight line. I knew Louis was following the same thing.Since noon, my mind played his sentences in frequent repetitions. If he didn't want to be there. Why was he staying there even having a power and money to do something else?
I remembered his words crashing my doubts,' I don't want to do it. But promises are bonding me here.'

Is "do it right" a promise, he made with his grandfather.

I didn't know what it actually means. Develop the gang or follow a right path which leads to blossoms.

"Light, you are still awake?" Liam entered, flowing away my deep thoughts.

"Don't feel like sleeping." I shrugged.

He nodded and closed the door, walking out. "Liam," I rushed and opened the door, calling his name.
I asked him thatwhat others were doing. He said that everyone was off to bed but he wanted to have a night walk. I asked for a company and he was open.

****

"There something, I want to ask," I confessed to him. While walking on the desolated road.

"Yeah! What's it?"

"Um, what is 'Do it right' means to Louis?" My tone express nervousness.

"We all are confused. I don't know what Michel wanted us to do. But there's something we are doing wrong. I feel it." His concerned.

"Did you ever talked about it. Together?" I dug my hands,deeper in pockets.

"No,but I know everyone thinks about it but still are confused." He looked at me and smiled.

The consolations up in the black sky,held each other perfectly. Playing Mary go rounds,but some loved to be on straight lines. I wondered, how could those red gigantic balls look shining white from our sand.

"He was the most cheerful person in his 40s. Louis's dad used to say, he was like roaring lion of our gang in his young age." Liam was praising someone I didn't know.

"Whom are you talking about?" With my question we turned around to head back.

"Michel, Lou's grandfather." He gave me the obviously look.

"But when he got older. I mean four,five years before his death. I could see the cracks in him. He wanted fill but lost every chance."

"You know what? The biggest thing was that the person Louis was looking up to,was watching him right back."
"Maybe he wanted his cracks to be filled by Louis or he didn't want Louis to have the same cracks as he had," he said and twisted the door's knob. Opened it wide and we entered, shushing the cold to be out and embraced the inner warmth.

"Liam," I called him when he was about to enter his room.

"I feel you all have curtains of untruthfulness around you. But inside it's beautiful and opposite," I said.

My heart immediately screamed 'You shouldn't have said that. You're no one to enter someone else privacy.'

I knew I had made a mistake and realizing it brought my anxiety up. But everything eased when he chuckled and nodded.

We said our nights and walked our own ways.

****

My body yelled to get some sleep but
head had a song to sing. Louis and his friend's song, with a deep intentions, my mind wanted to solve their problem.

I had an unsure feeling whispering to me that 'Do it right' is changing their path of life. Probably doing something else than the illegal business.Whenever I think too much and loose all the draws in my brain. I get a facilitating urge to write it all down.

I had found a diary, in my early week of this house. It was behind the headboard. Dust that had no intentions to crept on. Laid thigh and silently.Whipping it off, there imprinted 1998 inside a circle. The first four pages penciled crayon colors. It had orange cat. Christmas tress with uneven decoration. Hut. Some fishes with vibrant colors and on the same page there was tiny 'Louis' written on the side in crumbled handwriting.

When I was helping Louis to repair the car, I stole a ball point pen lying in the corner with a purpose to fill that diary full. Though I ran half a way. Till then. I had just inscribed my painful memories with Joe. I let my anger and questions lay on it because I was a human with no courage to face oppositions.

But that night, I canoodle an another topic. A topic of Life which was unintentionally following a paths of thrones which had a dead end.

Thinking Michael had seen success in another person's life. Not knowing he wasn't succeeded too. He too had unstitchable cleave across his heart.

Author's Note-

I want to inform that this book is coming to an end. I am shocked too. It's my first book, ever to be completed. I loved the journey with this book and when I am watching it getting to the end. It's hurting me.