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As I entered my room, I leaned against the door, my hand instinctively covering my eyes. Her words reverberated through my mind, refusing to fade away.
You can't
I can and I will, I can get anything I want, and I will save her from everything but what about saving her from me, what about the torture that I would be putting her through,
Then don't
I strode to the bathroom and looked at my reflection blood covered my hands, my shirt, and some around my eyes, it was hers, it burned I don't know why but it did, it should have given me solace but it didn't instead it reminded me of my carelessness yet again, flashes of past played like a tape in front of my eyes,
The burning car in the middle of the road in which sh-
As I shut my eyes, clutching the basin firmly, I cleaned my face and discarded my shirt. At that moment, a multitude of scars caught my attention, unsightly reminders of the triumphs I had achieved, each one accompanied by a tattoo. A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I donned a shirt hanging on the door, and it was then that I noticed a suitcase positioned behind me. It belonged to Aarayna, and the temptation to open it was overwhelming, but I resisted and instead ventured outside, now dressed in comfortable sweats. I needed to distance myself from her and anything associated with her.
As I stepped outside, I noticed her engrossed in her phone. Our eyes met, and she greeted me with a gentle smile which I ignored. Although I tried to brush off the perplexed expression on her face, it lingered in my mind. Taking a seat across from her, I prepared my laptop for a series of important meetings. I silently hoped that she wouldn't engage in lengthy conversations like some other girls who tend to talk incessantly.
Since when has she been like other girls?
As I disregarded my thoughts, I delved into responding to a few emails. However, throughout the entire process, I couldn't shake off the sensation of her intense scrutiny fixed upon me. Meeting her gaze head-on, I caught her red-handed, yet she remained steadfast and unyielding.
"Is there something on my face? "
My voice this time lacked any trace of emotion - it was cold, distant, and some might even say rude. However, she didn't react. Instead, she simply shook her head and retrieved her own laptop and a hefty book from her bag, which was resting on the seat beside her. I carried on with my work, until the air hostess approached us, or rather, me, demanding that I fasten my seatbelt. Rayna was completely ignored, which infuriated me. I knew exactly what the air hostess was trying to insinuate - her top three buttons were undone, barely covering her modesty, and she was standing far too close to me. I expected Aarayna to at least acknowledge the situation, but she didn't. Instead, she dutifully buckled her seatbelt and continued with her work.
