Never Meant To Be

His Pov

I feel the pounding ache in my head, the aftermath of a night of excess. My room is a chaotic scene, a reminder of impulsive decisions made in the haze of alcohol. There's a woman in my bed, a stranger with a smile that does little to alleviate the throbbing pain in my temples. Clubbing on a school night—what possessed me to make such a reckless choice?

After paying her, I usher her out, opting for a shower to wash away both the physical and metaphorical filth. I change into a simple black tee, cargo pants, and a North Face puff jacket. Breakfast holds no appeal, and I head out for school, arriving embarrassingly late but just in time for homeroom.

The engagement my uncle declared has become a suffocating weight. Linda, like a persistent shadow, clings to me. My mind, however, is elsewhere, longing for the one I truly miss. This engagement means nothing to me; tonight, I'll confront my uncle about it. In the corridors, Linda wraps her arms around me, but my attention is caught by the unusual sight of the boys laughing and smiling. Something seems off; they haven't displayed such joy since she disappeared.

When the commotion settles, I finally spot her. Our eyes meet, a moment pregnant with unspoken emotions. She looks at my hand, and I can sense the pain in her eyes. Before I can approach her, Linda intercepts, preventing me from reaching her. Cal attempts to talk to her, but she flees. She's avoiding me, forgetting me as easily as she left. Frustrated, I succumb to the unfamiliar roughness of kissing Linda, a desperate attempt to fill the void she left behind.

After a couple of hours, I return home, contemplating a visit to the bar. However, my plans change when my uncle calls, requesting an important file. I head back upstairs, open my closet, and input the locker pin to retrieve the document. In the process, everything tumbles out, including a picture of us. As I pick up the scattered memories, I come across that photo, and it shatters me. I long to hear her laughter, to share the pain that's overwhelming me. Unable to contain my grief, I break down, questioning her absence. I can't take this pain; it consumes me.

I miss her a lot I remember we were not sober here and she was cold so I gave her my hoodie god I miss her where is she 

This was a date and someone had clicked it when we were kissing like we are the only once in this world . I felt my eyes water 

I was smoking here and she wanted some so I had kissed her I felt a tear drop on the pic . just one call was enough . one call just to know she was fine 

it was early morning and I had gotten back from workout and she jumped on me that was a day ill never forget. My heart aches 

I melted into her . she asked me for my hoodie I didn't even realize she was clicking a picture 

In an impulsive move, I message Cal for her number and send her an invitation to my engagement. She needs to feel the pain that has haunted me since she vanished. This is my perspective, a mix of emotions, regret, and the ache of a heart still longing for her.