Stay

Chapter 29 - Ammachi

Fiza and Alan continued their studies together, finding solace and happiness in each other's company. They laughed, shared stories, and engaged in deep conversations that strengthened their bond. It seemed like they were back on track, yet there were moments when Fiza's gaze would wander and a hint of sadness would cloud her eyes. She sighed deeply, unable to fully shake off the weight on her heart.

Alan noticed these subtle signs and became even more determined to make her happy. He went the extra mile, constantly checking on her throughout the day and spending hours talking to her on the phone until she drifted off to sleep at night.

They delved into a myriad of topics, never running out of things to discuss. From the complexities of life to matters of religion, politics, and even their own family dramas, their conversations flowed effortlessly.

One day, Alan decided to browse through their shared Instagram account and came across a post that caught his attention. Fiza had posted a solo captioned : "Little do you know" - by Sierra.

Little do you know
How I'm breakin' while you fall asleep
Little do you know
I'm still haunted by the memories
Little do you know
I'm tryin' to pick myself up piece by piece
Little do you know
I need a little more time
Underneath it all I'm held captive by the hole inside
I've been holding back for the fear that you might change your mind
I'm ready to forgive you, but forgettin' is a harder fight
Little do you know
I need a little more time

Instantly, his heart sank. He could sense the hidden message behind those words, and it filled him with a mix of curiosity and trepidation.

That night, as Alan held the phone to his ear, he gazed into the darkness of his room, his voice laced with a mix of frustration and genuine concern. "I'm really trying here, Fiza," he confessed, his words tinged with a hint of desperation.

In the soft glow of her own phone screen, Fiza sighed, her voice carrying a gentle reassurance. "I know," she whispered. "You've been amazing."

A surge of frustration welled up within Alan as he sought to understand the root of Fiza's lingering sadness. His brows furrowed as he anxiously awaited her response. "Then why are you still sad?" he asked, his voice tinged with a mix of confusion and yearning.

Silence hung in the air for a brief moment, as if Fiza's thoughts were carefully gathering before finding their way to her lips. "I don't know," she finally admitted. "I'm happy now. I'm happy when I'm with you."

Alan's heart skipped a beat at her words. A gentle smile curved his lips, even though she couldn't see it. "Me too," he confessed, his voice brimming with sincerity. "I'm so incredibly happy when I'm with you. You are everything to me."

Fiza's breath caught in her throat, a wave of emotion washing over her. "You are everything to me too," she confessed, her voice trembling with raw emotion.

Alan's heart ached with longing as he yearned for Fiza's presence, his mind consumed by vivid images of their bodies entwined in a passionate embrace. He imagined the warmth of her touch, the softness of her lips against his. The intensity of his desire clashed with the reality of their physical separation, and he found himself torn between the craving to hold her close and the gratitude for the distance that restrained them.

In a hushed tone, Fiza's voice reached his ears, "Can I stay with you tomorrow?" Her voice was low. "I want you to hold me, Alan." Her words hung in the air, laden with vulnerability and a shared longing. The thought of her staying with him, of feeling the weight of her body against his, stirred a deep yearning within Alan.

"Yes," Alan whispered, his voice laced with a potent mix of desire and determination. "I wish you could stay with me forever," he confessed, unable to suppress the intensity of his feelings. His words slipped past his lips, without thought, guided solely by the raw honesty of his emotions.