Inevitably Yours

5 ~ Confused

*Hussain's perspective*

I came in my room and saw Anber writing something, in a diary to be exact. I just stood in my tracks staring at her. She was so lost into writing, she didn't even realize when I came in the room.

A tear rolled down her cheek and my heart ached a little.

Bas samajh nahi aata, dard mujhe hota hai aur uski wajah wo hai, lekin phir bhi jab takleef deta hoon to tab dard nahi hota, lekin jab meri wajah se dard mein dekhta hoon use to khud ko kos ta hoon. Kyun mein apne aap ko samajh nahi pata hoon?

Mixed feelings in me suffocated me. Pain, hate, regret, they all were taking over me. I shift my gaze from Anber to the towel that was placed on the dressing table. I grab the towel and head in the bathroom, shutting the door as hard as I can so Anber can become aware of the surroundings and the atmosphere.

I step in the shower and open the water, letting the feelings in me drop like the water off me.

*Anber's perspective*

I walk over to my suitcase and open the zip. I dig through my clothes revealing a diary. The diary I've had with me for the past seven months. The diary which helped me come out of the darkness, the darkness of my past.

I walk over to the bed with the diary in my hand and sit down. As I open the diary a wave of mixed feelings wash over me.

All of the past memories came flooding to my mind as tears welled up in my eyes. I tried not to look over the past writings of mine as I didn't want to have a break down.

I opened the diary to a blank page. I glance over at the side table next to the bed and spot a pencil placed on it. I pick up the pencil and start writing. Tears slowly fell down my cheeks as I tried to let my feelings out in this diary. I was so lost in writing, I became oblivious of my surroundings. I didn't even realize when Hussain came in our room.

A loud thud pulled me out of my obliviousness. I looked up and figured out Hussain came in our room. I hurriedly wiped my tears away and keep the pencil back on the side table.

I walked over to my suitcase and keep my diary in between my clothes and zip it back.

A few minutes later Hussain walks out wearing his black track pants with a white shirt. Our eyes meet for a second. After realizing the awkwardness, we look away and get back to what we were doing.

Hussain comes and lays down to go to sleep. I lay down next to him, our backs facing each others. I pull the duvet up to my neck and wait for sleep to take over me.

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I furrow in my sleep a little and switch sides on the bed, now facing Hussain. My eyes stop at him, observe him. He was sleeping so peacefully. He looked so cute.

It looked like Im looking at the old Hussain I once knew...

Itni naftat kyun karte ho mujh se Hussain? Why do you plan to carry your past with you? Ek baar mujh se baat karke to dekh sakhte...

Kaash tum poori baat jaan paata ke us din kya hua tha... To aaj waqt kuch aur hota...

Thoughts of that day filled my eyes with tears instantly. I looked away and blink my eyes a few times, stopping those tears from letting their way out.

I get up and head to the bathroom and take a quick shower. I wear a green colored shalwaar kameez and come out of the bathroom. Hussain was still asleep. I quick dry my hair and comb them.

I open the bedroom door slowly not trying to make a noise as Hussain was still sleeping. I walk out of the room and close the door slowly behind me. I turn around, thinking to make my way downstairs when my legs stop in their tracks as I face Shehry. We both came out of our respective rooms at the same time, turned around just to find us facing each other.