Her, my love

Death of a friend

"Ameer! How could you do this to my friend, Wani?" I bellowed upon meeting him in the cafeteria. I didn't care if all eyes were on me. All I know was that I wanted to teach him a lesson and to humiliate him.

"Astaghfirullah...Who are you? Calm down, sis. I don't understand. What do you mean? And who is Wani? I never knew anyone named Wani." Innocently, he said in front of me to cover himself as he realised that all eyes were on us.

"Don't act cool and kind, please! Don't act pious! I know who you are! You are a well-known vicious womanizer of the campus. Everyone knows you and what you did." I was red with rage upon hearing his innocent tone.

"So, what? You want to be famous too? Like me? Just say it, sis. Don't think that I'm stupid to detect such obscured intention. This is not enough to make everyone despise me. You are totally wrong, sis! Just back-off!" He yelled at the top of his lungs.

Reversely, I was the one who was humiliated. People at the café started to whisper among themselves. I could feel that they were talking about us. To be exact, they were maybe talking more about me. Such things like I was not being courteous in front of many people, rude and many more. Maybe. Despite that, I didn't go away. I stayed there in front of him facing his glaring eyes. I tried hard not to waver by his round hazel eyes which supposed to look beautiful and stunning but it turned out to be very scary to me. I tried my best to gain as much courage as I can before saying,

"You may think that you are the most popular guy in this campus. Everyone knows you, worship you. When everyone mention your name, everyone would be suddenly excited especially the women. But you have to know one thing, I know the truth and some other women knows the truth. Don't think that I didn't have the courage to go against you! You may be at the top now. But you have to remember, life is like a wheel and one day, you will be at the bottom! Hold on to my word!"

I took off without waiting for him to say anything. I think I couldn't bear to hear even a letter from his mouth. He was going to hurt me. Before I did something crazy, I better stop and walk away. I made my way to my room with the intention to take a rest. I climbed up the stairs to the fifth floor of the Mahallah as my room was up there. I was shocked. I pushed my way through groups of people, surrounding my room. 'Why are there so many people here?' I was dazzled and confused as it never happened before this.

'Did Wani sell something?' 'Why didn't I know?' All these thoughts came hurling through my mind uncontrollable. Suddenly, I saw a familiar body laying stiffly on the floor of my room. The floor was smeared with blood all over it. I gasped as I stood in front of the body. It was Wani. I couldn't believe what I saw. I cried over the dead body. She was a good friend and the one who accompanied me all this while when I face hardships and whenever I felt happy. She was the one who always be by my side.

"Why did you do this Wani? You promised me you would not commit suicide any more. Why did you leave me?!" I yelled, hoping she would answer me. I hoped this was all a prank, as my birthday was on that day. I hoped she would wake up laughing. At least, she woke up even I would totally got angry over the prank. But she didn't. She just laid there. Stiff and cold.

Wani had gone and I was lonely at the room. Every single memories of our time together never leave me. 'As if I could see your shadow here, Wani.' I would cry whenever I walk into the room and saw Wani's study desk every time I went back from class. The desk which she always use to study, the bed where we hung out together, the centre of the room where we always spent our time eating and laughing while gossiping about our friends. I missed all our moments. But now, it was only memories not our routines anymore. I wiped my tears and decided to do something to forget this hurtful incident.

As I was going to reach for my book, a small memo dropped in front of me. With high curiosity, I turned over the memo. It was from Wani. Written very neatly in her handwriting. My eyes scanned through the small memo,

'Dear Meesya,

I'm sorry, dear. I couldn't help it. I know I promised you. Again, I'm sorry because I took such decision. I couldn't bear it. My love for him is just too deep. It's no use I live in this world if I can never be with him. I love you. I always love you and never intended to hurt you like this. I'm sorry. Let me go.

Sincerely,

Wani, your true friend.'

Slowly, I folded the memo. 'How can I not forgive you, Wani? You are my friend.' I just couldn't accept the fact that she did this. She seemed fine. I would have never expected her to do such thing. That night, I slept accompanied with tears and the memo Wani wrote for me.