Say you Love me

(11) Saudade

𝐒𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐞(𝐧) : 𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 , 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 , "𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬"

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A short red hair woman was smoking under dark night sky while leaning against the railing of the high terrace overlooking the the beautiful city Seattle.

But she isn't standing there to enjoy the view rather frustrated and exhausted due to the flight. Everytime she fly back to California she get sick and when she returns she is emotionally exhausted to the point where it's gets hard for her to recover

However she feels going to California as an emotional obligation. To see whether...

Never mind.

'Aishhhh' she huffed in exhausted. 'I don't like this feeling, I can't go back home like this !! Keith will lecture me again. But i can't sleep here either. But.... I wasn't supposed to return today.. I should take a room. I will get back home tomorrow"

She took the last huff from the cigarate... And throw it in ground and squished it under her foot..

She laughed when she remember keiths words. Once Keith said that one day this cigarette will squish her heart and lungs like that if she doesn't stop smoking..

She was never a smoker but things change , habbits change. It's not like she is a Chainsmoker, and she did try to lessen the habbit. Now she smoke once a day rather than thrice a days.. Improvement you see.

If someone knew her past self  , they would not able to identify her. The tatoos which covers almost every part of her body tells a story. A story she doesn't wants to tell anyone never.

She closed her eyes, trying to block her memories and numb her senses.

1..2...3...4..5.. Breath in Breath out.... 1...2...3..

While doing breathing exercise to numb her senses, she heard mufflee cries... Although she doesn't care about people or their pain anymore, as she believes the pain they talk about are as petty as crying over breaking nails...

People cries and gets emotional at almost everything...

But..

Something in the cries of that stranger caught her attention.. An burn in her heart. She got confused as to why muffled cry of stranger who she didn't even see yet made her heart burn.
The pain in the muffled cry was hard to ignore but she couldn't indulge in someonelse pain. Being nossy always brings trouble so she put her ear plugs and continued smoking while listening to songs. Yes another cigerate in a day but seeing the watch it past 12 now so practically it's next day.

But the unsettled feeling didn't wash out..
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It was almost two hours since she got up to the roof. And its getting cold even if she wore a thick coat, so she decided to leave.

'I think I should call Keith and inform. I need the car as well. Nahh he will interogate. I have a meeting tomorrow though. I think I sh-' her thoughts got interrupted when she saw a person lying on the roof in the cold.

She tried to turn and leave but something stop her. She started tapping her foot contemplating what she should do which was unlike her. UGH!!! I stopped caring about other people. I need to leave I should leave!!

5 minutes later she was standing near the sleeping body and looking at him. Long brown hair stuck to his face and dark night didn't help her to know who it was.

She kneels down beside her and unknowingly tried to remove the hair but stoped in the mid air. I SHOULD NOT.

'MAY BE HE WAS THE PERSON WHO WAS CRYING ' something inside her again burned when he recall the muffled cry..

She stood up again but this time remove her coat and placed it above his freezing cold body. I hope he doesn't die. WHY THE FUCK DO I CARE ANYWAY.

As soon as the coat touch his body, he smuggled it more and mumbled incoherent words. Ignoring him she took out a pad and write something and stuck it in his hair.

And then she left without giving a glance.

Due to Commotion near by the sleepy man woke up in a jolt,To notice people or rather the cleaners are standing nearby and pointing fingers at him. Rubbing his sleepy eyes he tried to wake up completely. The body aching too much to even stand.

Sleeping in a rooftop was a bad idea than. When he stood up something fall to the ground that's when he notice the coat. 'I wasn't dreaming than' but still imagining the person to be Naomi was absurd.

He started walking outside ignoring judging eyes. He pull out rubbed band to tie his hair in a bun thn he felt a note on his hair.

And stopped in mid walk.

A short note, when was the last time he got a personal note like this? 5 years.

But the shocking thing was the familiarity of the style of writing.

I- i need to visit the therapist again. I can't handle this by myself.

"Hello Mr Dawson"

"Can i get a session today?"

"You have tomm"

"I need it today"

"Oh okay"

"Hmm, text me the time"

He read the note again before tugging it in his pocket.

"Dear stranger,

It isn't safe to sleep in the rooftop while wearing expensive things. If you are reading this that means you didn't die.

Please next time find a bed, not everyone will give you coat rather than robbing you.

Whatever your reason is, I hope you are okay?

From a Stranger~ "

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I am so sorry I could update more frequently. But after working for almost o hours everyday I lost motivation to write.

I might just update unedited version, and may be after I complete the book I will edit.

Hope you stick with me even after this.

And I hope you all r doing well. I hope you are all in good health. Take care.

Sending loads of hugs to you all💓