𝐏𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚 || 𝐉.𝐉𝐊 ✔️

𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

That kiss. Goddamn, I never felt that way before.

Yasmine, that girl, I truly loved her.

Her thoughts were all that was in my head. My story needed some attention too, especially since she is so curious to read it.

I sat in my study and began writing.

Jacinth and Yasmine had been together for more than a month. Yet everytime they met they found themselves falling for something more in the other.

Falling a little deeper every day.

Some bad omens had been crossing Jacinth's mind for quite a while, but he was sure that every bad omen meant nothing for he had the best omen with him, Yasmine.

They met everyday, every night actually. And stargazing, philosophical thoughts, home dates, painting together, painting each other, all these little romantic gestures made their way into their love. It was blooming beautifully, elegantly every passing moment.

But there was a feeling that something wasn't right, that something bad was about to happen.

I sighed out as I finished writing the last sentence. Lately, I'd been feeling that something bad was about to happen. I ignored it for long but I felt like I shouldn't. I felt like I should do something about it.

And I decided I'd talk to Yasmine tomorrow about it.

The next day, I woke up early, got ready and hurried to the park. That feeling in my gut was growing stronger. I felt like I had to see her soon. Real soon.

Moreover, it was the seventh day of us dating. And of course for me that signified a new life. And I was ready to spend so many of those with her.

Love, affection, care and worry. These were the emotions prominent in my head.

I reached the place, as usual from the back gate. From across the streets and not the road.

To my utter surprise, she wasn't there. Yasmine wasn't there.

Not under the old leafless tree, not under any other tree. Not in the park at all.

She always came here earlier than me. She liked spending some time alone here before I came to meet her. She told me about it.

Was she sick?

I tried calling her, but to no avail.

I rushed out from the main front entrance of the park and onto the road.

I looked around everywhere. She wasn't there. She was nowhere to be seen.

Yasmine!

Yasmine!!

I tried calling out to her but it was like my voice was stuck in my throat. Her name was being called only in my head.

I rushed to her home. But what I saw left me aghast. The house was empty, locked and empty. Like an old dusty uninhabited house. I swear she was here yesterday. I walked her home.

Yasmine where are you!!??

I screamed, but nothing came out. It was all in my head.

I rushed back into the park with little hope. I was hoping against hope that this was the most terrible nightmare.

But it felt too real to be one.

Under that old leafless, lifeless tree lay a sketch.

It was a sketch of me. The artist drew me almost like a photo. And under it, instead of the signature was written,
I love you.

I was intimidated, lost, worried, and most of all confused. What was happening? Where did Yasmine suddenly go? Where did this sketch come from? Who drew me?

And my mind was a spiral, everything felt so dreamlike that I no longer could differentiate between reality and fantasy. Was it true? Was this a dream?

Was what I felt before true? Was that a dream?

Was Yasmine really ever there? Or was she just an element of my mind's play?

Was I ever in love?

But if my love was not there, if she was never there.

That meant only one thing.

I was never in love.