A Year In Paris

AYIP- EIGHT

"Sadness flies away on the wings of time."

-Jean De La Fontaine

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C H A P T E R E I G H T

"What was so urgent that you couldn't wait for me to get back?"Hammad questioned stepping a foot into the air-conditioned room. Fahad stood up and walked to the drawer that was beside the window, picked up the paper, and handed it over to Hammad.

Hammad gave a confused look before reaching out for the envelope.

"It came from the hospital."

Hammad abruptly pulled his hand back with a long gasp. "I...I..."He stammered unable to spit out words. He staggered backward thank goodness Fahad was there to stop him from falling. He held his forehead rubbing it slowly.

"Are you okay?"

"Do I look okay?"Hammad retorted, absolutely pissed off for no reason. "Do I look okay to you? It came from the hospital, right? I know there is nothing good that's there for sure."

Fahad sighed and guided Hammad to the couch and sat him down. "You haven't even read it yet and you think is bad? Hammad for once please stop being negative. All these negative thoughts won't help in any way, rather you should keep on praying for the best."

Hammad was quiet for a while. "Do you think I'm not praying for the best?"He cried. "I feel like a bad person whenever I get reminded of this.."He pointed at the envelope. "I'm responsible for it!! I'm fvcking responsible for it!! I can't handle it, don't you get it?"

This is not the first time Fahad is seeing Hammad cry, He is so freaking emotional that he can't even hold it back, they just roll down his cheeks all the time.

"And how many times do I have to tell you to stop blaming yourself, it's high time you gather the courage to finally accept the truth and move on Hammad. It's not your fault, you were busy with your own life, even though you had so many things to handle you didn't forget about yourself, whatever happened was his fault and not yours."Fahad reasoned.

"What's his fault? He was my responsibility! And I couldn't look after him, it's my fault, don't try to blame anyone else for my mistake."Hammad buried his face between his palms, sobbing quietly.

How he wished he was more concerned, none of it would've happened.

"He isn't a child anymore, so whatever he decides to do with his life it's his problem, I just don't understand what's wrong with your head, you are smart enough to understand this."

Hammad sighed shaking his head continuously. "You won't understand Fahad, if it wasn't my fault then why did Maami change all of a sudden, the way she used to talk to me, and so much she has changed a lo..."

Fahad cut him off. "Maami hasn't changed, but you've changed Hammad. You were not like this before, Maami didn't distance herself from you, but you did. Whatever it is you think is going wrong around you it's your fault. If you want to see change, then start from yourself!"

Fahad dropped the envelope beside Hammad on the couch and left.

Hammad rested his head on the couch and took in a sharp breath. He is tired! Tired of everything! How he wishes he could make everything right in a blink of an eye! But what to expect? This is reality! You can't easily change what has been done already!