Scarred ✔

nine

.nine.

She started being stiff beside me all the time, and her behaviour started seeming odd to me.

More odd than usual.

She stopped looking at me in the eyes while talking; she talked even less than before, ate less than before.

She stuttered a lot while talking and had a dead look in her eyes whenever I looked at her. She would stare off into space for a long time, the same, frightening, dead look in her eyes, like she was emotionless.

At first, I thought that she was feeling awkward because of what had happened between us, but then I realized that it was not the case.

I really lost it that day when I caught her crying in the bathroom. When I burst through the door, she got up unsteadily and caught herself just in time.

My feet didn't even move forward to catch her.

Tired . . . I was so tired of watching this . . . and still I was with her, like a fool.

And when I asked her what had happened, she just wiped her tears on the sleeve of her t-shirt, looked down at her feet and mumbled a 'nothing', leaving from there, with me rooted on the spot.

One more thing I noticed was that she tried to stay outside the house as much as she could. Whenever I entered the house from a tiring shift at the place I worked at, I would find a note saying that she had gone somewhere to study, or had gone out to eat something or to buy something.

And she didn't seem to rely on me much. I could not get my hopes up, though.

I was expecting my life to go back the way it was, anytime now.

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"You're back," I said with a forced smile on my face.

She just gave me a small smile in return and looked at her watch, then at her purse and finally at the bulging bag in her hand. Placing it on the counter, she began taking out its contents, her eyes flicking towards me occasionally, glancing sideways as if to see whether I was watching her.

Too bad, I was watching her.

She cleared her throat and shuffled awkwardly to the wash basin to wash her hands.

"What did you buy?" I asked, biting my lip.

"Just something of this and something of that."

I narrowed my eyes angrily and got up from my seat as quietly as I could.

"Oh yeah? Then tell me, what did you buy two days earlier?"

She didn't answer.

I refrained from sneering. "I'll tell you. Two days before, you had bought 'something of this and some of that'. I don't particularly think that two people need so many things."

She cleared her throat. "N-No, they don't."

"Look at me," I ordered, and she subconsciously looked in the opposite direction. "At me."

I saw her bottom lip quivering and slowly, she turned around to face me, her eyes watering.

"Please," she begged. "Please don't make me do this."

I remained silent, slightly confused at what she was saying.

"I-I don't think I can, anymore," she whispered, closing her eyes, and the tears seemed to escape from her eyes painfully. "P-Please."

I opened my mouth slightly, but never had it been so hard for me to spout out a few words.

"I want to do it. I want to end it. Finally," she said, and looked up at me. I staggered a little as I saw a crazy look in her eyes.

"I will end our pain."

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P.S: Those who gues why she said about ending "their" pain, will get the next chapter dedicated to them! Any no. of people :)

-Crazy