You office series# 1
"I love her so much, It physically pains me to imagine a life without her, I feel like I won't survive a single second, without her. I feel I am drowning and only she could save me, But here I am, drowning without her, and she'...
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"Good morning."
I am still not used to hearing his voice every day and believing I am really seeing him.
Believing he is here, alive and safe.
I clear my throat to cover my flinch, tucking my hairs behind I give him a small nod. "Morning, sir."
"You can call me Mahib."
I look up at him, his blue eyes trained on me with a hopeful glint in it. He tries to talk to me a lot, he tries to initiate a conversation with me, I answer what I have to because if I talk any longer with him, look in those eyes any longer, I would starts crying, and it's something which is looming very close.
I look down at my desk. "That would be inappropriate, sir."
"No it won't." He says. "Most people around us do call me by my name."
"They are mostly on higher post." I argue. "I am not."
It looked like he physically had to compose himself from not knocking some sense into me.
"Fine, you can call me whatever you want." He gives me a smile. "How's your work going around? Is there any problem?"
He does that a lot too, trying to make me comfortable and make sure nothing bothers me. Mahib might not remember me but it's the little things he does which makes that pain in my chest increase ten folds.
I clench my fists below the desk. "No there isn't. Thank you for asking."
He takes a step towards his office because of my lack of response, but turns around again, "Ms. Manar?"
My heart thumps loudly, it happens every time he says my name. I have to physically stop myself from reacting to his voice everytime I hear it, "Yes?"
That's why I don't call by his name. So many memories but only on my side. And I don't want to fall down that hole again.
"Ali told me you don't interact with anyone around. Is something the matter? Did someone said something to you? You could talk to me about it."
Of course he observes me all the time. But I can't say him the real reason why I am afraid to talk to people.
Why do I always look over my shoulder whenever I walk alone on streets.
Why do I fear people.
I give him a small smile, "No, no one said something to me, I don't really talk much."
"Ah." He nods. "But still, if anyone bothers you, you come straight upto me, got it?"
I nod, "Thank you."
My eyes fall back on the stack of papers I just printed it out after reading the mail from Mr. Ali, his assistant. I almost forgot to remind him.
