Cynia

Chapter - 1

I have always been provided with the stigma of
'People always need people.' which partially is true. Everyone needs someone to love , to cherish.
Always being the classic 'I don't need anyone' doesn't work for you , when you're sleeping alone at night , or eating your lunch to which you have no one to share .

My mum used to say , "People always need People, you can never escape from loneliness."

But I never used to believe it. Till now. Its true what they say, you can never understand a feeling unless you've experienced it. It's been 3 years since my last breakup but it feels fresh. As fresh as the fruit I had eaten alone in my lunch time.
I had fun. My fun included tonnes of sex. I think that was the only fun part in my relationship. The guy was an asshole but amazing in bed. So I went with him. And left him after I got to know that he slept with my mum. How tragic.
I don't even want to blame her, and now I know from whom I have got my genes . Don't get me wrong, I am definitely not a cheater , but I am more into jerks. Just like my mum.
Fortunately, my father was a great man. So inspiring . That he inspired my mother by cheating on her and she inspired me by cheating on me. What a wonderful people. And now , love is out of question . Talking about loneliness...

Loneliness can drive a person crazy. Well, for me it never existed. Never. I have always been used to people around me, or staying around people. But now , it feels like , loneliness has become a driving cell in my body.

"Loneliness is temporary notion , it's not like we need people , we don't need people." I used to say it to my mum.

" I hope darling , you never get to experience that." She used to reply . And her reply was the same every-time I argued on this. Every single time.

Well, you were wrong, mum . I am experiencing it. And there's nothing you can do to stop it.
I left her alone in a apartment after watching her moan to my jerk boyfriend's thrusts. Well. It was fun. Like I said, fun included sex. A-lots of sex. Not me. But people around me had tonnes to sex than me. He was my first boyfriend. Probably the last now.

Sometimes I thought of killing myself. For fun. But no, I can't . I want to do something better. Something that's revengeful. So, I decided to join.....

Ding dong

"How is she feeling now?"
"I guess she's fine now."
I can only hear some voice talking. I have no idea what is happening right now. I think I am half asleep.

"You should sleep , you've been beside her since yesterday , she'll be fine, Emir."

Emir. Emir. Who is that? My body hurts. I can't move or open my eyes to look.
I try to open my eyes and see a guy sitting beside my bed. Talking to some middle aged woman standing with brown hair and hazel eyes. The guy looked . Wow. I am guessing it's his mum. Same coloured hair. And eyes. But he is different. Good looking. And I hate good looking jerks. My past has been so appealing to judge good-looking jerks.

He turned towards me. His eyes stunned.
"Hey are you okay?" His first question.
"Where am I ?" I asked while trying to get up .
"My place."
"Your place?" by this time I was too given to ask anything . The woman beside him looked at me with pity eyes. God I hate pity eyes.
The woman left immediately when he looked at her.
"I'll give you privacy." That's what she said before going.
He looked at me. Like he has been waiting for me since his whole life. Like he is in love with me. I know this face. I was like this once.
He grabbed me and immediately hugged me. I don't even know how to react to that.
"Cynia..." he whispers in my hair.
He looked at me, this time he grabbed my face. And whispered against my lips.

"God, I missed you." And kissed me.