Betrayal.
It's the only thing I feel...sharp, unforgiving, consuming every part of me.
The man I once loved... No, the man I thought I loved.
He's the one who did this to me. How dare he do this?
Every memory, every touch, every whispered promise...
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I groaned as I stretched my tired limbs, feeling every ache and soreness from yesterday's hectic schedule. Damn that stupid seminar, the only good thing was that I was assigned backstage duty so no going to stage drama.
I removed my phone from charging... Shit, it's 8:00 am already, thank God it's Sunday.
But I have to go to the orphanage for my volunteering.
I do that every Sunday. My heart goes to those children totally understanding their situation.
When I go to the orphanage and see those children, it really touches my heart.
Each one has their own story.
Losing my own parents at a young age, I can relate.
Sure, My brother and I have Bua and others, but it's not the same. Parents are everything. They leave this gap that no one else can fill.
But spending time with those kids, it's like I'm giving back, It's like I'm honouring my own parents' memories by being there for these little ones.
I dragged myself out of bed, forcing a smile through the exhaustion. "Good morning, world," I muttered half-heartedly.
I then shuffled towards my walk-in wardrobe, a small yet spacious one, the weight of the day already threatening to crush me beneath its pressure.
"Come on, Mehar," I muttered under my breath, my voice barely above a whisper. "You've got this. Just one foot in front of the other."
Dragging myself through the motions, I reached for the tie and dye blue and pink soft cotton co-ords, still so exhausted that the fabric slipped through my fingers.
Picking it up, I went towards my bathroom, stripped down my night suit and kept it in the basket for washing.
The hot water flowing over my skin gave me a brief escape from the overwhelming weight of reality, Yet even the comforting warmth couldn't chase away the shadows lurking in the depths of my thoughts.
After the bath, I dried myself up wore my clothes and went towards my vanity.
I stood before the vanity, staring at the reflection of a woman I barely recognized, I couldn't help but wonder when the emptiness in my eyes had become so glaringly evident.
With trembling hands, I attempted to coax a smile from my lips, but the tears started streaming down my cheeks betraying my soft facade.
As the tears flowed unchecked down my cheeks, I couldn't help but feel the weight of grief pressing down on me like a suffocating blanket.
"Mumma, Papa," I whispered into the empty silence, my voice breaking on the edge of despair. "I miss you."
