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She was shaking like a leaf while sobbing when he came out of the bathroom. He was wearing his casual clothes. 
He looks around, only to find her sitting in a corner of the room, shaking violently and sobbing silently. Murmuring something to herself. 
"Get up." He says, his voice commanding as his calculating gaze studies her vulnerable self. 
Physically he was trying to act unbothered and indifferent but from inside, his heart was aching seeing her like this. He somehow unintentionally curses himself for her condition in his mind. 
When she didn't gets up and continues to sob while hugging her knees, he approaches her. 
"I told you something and I expects you to obey it as well." 
He says, leaning in to her. She looks up, in his eyes, her eyes were bloodshot and full of tears as they maintain the eye connect. 
He felt a dull ache once again in his chest while looking at her in eyes. 
And at that moment, he realised that those eyes weren't sparkling the way they used to when he first saw her. Her lips were quivering and her hair was a mess. 
She looks away, wiping her tears. 
"Don't cry. People come into this world to die one day anyway."
"But you are no one to decide who will die on which day. You have no right on taking peoples life let alone my own father's!" 
She shouts before getting up. Her glossy and teary eyes flashing with pure rage as she glares at him. Her gaze had so much hatred in it for him that it made his stomach twist in some twisted ways that he can't even understand himself. 
He stayed quiet. Not saying anything further and continues to look at her when she approaches him and grabs his collar. Still crying like a little child. Her tear stained face was now infront of him as he studies her facial features. 
She shakes him by his collar as the tears continues to roll down from her already tear stained cheeks. 
"He was my father... I loved him... How could you do this?... Why?.... What did he do wrong to you? What did-.... Why you are like this? So cruel so... Rude... So bad... I hate you soo much. I hate you.." 
She says, her voice breaking by the end, releasing his collar as she moves away and got on her knees, infront of his feet. Crying violently. 
He gulps, looking away. And for some reason his stoned heart beated once, for her. 
"Why..."
She mutters out again, her tears falling on the cold floor beneath her as he watches her. He curses himself once again before kneeling down, to match her height as he grabbed her jaw, gently. And made her look at him in the eyes. They both hold the eye contact. 
Inhaling a deep breath he wipes her continuously flowing tears, with his rough yet very gentle fingers, as if she was a fragile toy, that will break anytime if treated harshly. 
But as he do that, she shoves his hands away from her face, just opposite of being gentle. 
"D-don't... Don't touch me..."
She whispers, the way she delivered the words was weak, but somehow strong too, that made Niccolai think again of what he he had done. 
He didn't know that he will somehow regret killing someone who is in the fault just because the man was his captive's father. And he can't understand why he was feeling like this. 
"I'll touch you, however and whenever I want."
He says with finality but moves his hands away from her, getting away as he approaches the bed. Not saying anything further when Aarna stays quiet as well. 
She was still there, crying as Niccolai lay down on the bed, putting his one arm onto his head and closes his eyes, trying to sleep which seems to be impossible because of Aarna. 
He secretly glances at her, and found her leaning on the couch which was infront of the bed, she was sitting still on the place, her eyes opened and the tears were constant. A constant reminder for him of how much damage he just caused her by killing the only person who was left in her life and whom she truly actually loved. 
No matter how much her father ignored her when he got to know that she wasn't even his real child in the first place. 
~ 
It was midnight. But he can't seem to fall asleep as well and sat up, leaning his head on the headboard and glanced at her again. Unintentionally. 
Her eyes were closed and her face seems so exhausted and tired that he felt like she just fainted because of it. 
But she was just normally sleeping. 
He looks at the empty side of the bed beside him as he controls the urge to just approach her and get her to bed beside him so that he can sleep peacefully as well. Because somehow, he can't fall asleep after everything he did Aarna. He was restless. 
He gulps and got up, approaching her and hauls her up in bridal style as gently as he can so that he won't wake her up. Because he knew, if she woke her she won't sleep on the same bed as his. 
He gently place her on the bed and lay down on his side as well, putting his arm around her waist and pulling her extremely close to himself, letting out a sigh of content and some kind of  excitement that he can finally sleep peacefully. 
Buring his face in the crook of her neck he inhales deeply, her scent intoxicating him when he did that as he closes his eyes, letting himself drowing in the deep slumber of peaceful sleep he needed. 
~