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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Before Mahib could get up and approach me, I bolt up from the my seat and walk inside the house as fast as I could.
In the haste of wiping my tears, I bump with Eman when I cross the kitchen.
"I had to charge—Manar? What's wrong?"
I wipe my tears and absolutely curse myself for crying in front of them again. "Nothing."
"Manar!"
Eman looks over my shoulder to see Mahib walking behind me rapidly, his face filled with concern.
"Did you talked to him about something?" Eman asks quietly.
I nod, wiping my tears again.
Eman places the laptop on the kitchen counter and grabs my wrist. "Come with me."
Eman drags me towards the hallway while I hear Mahib's rapid footsteps following us.
"Manar, wait please."
I look over my shoulder to see him, he stops by the arch of the hallway. His eyes desperate and laced with concern seeing Eman dragging me.
I tear my eyes away from him as Eman leads me inside a room and locks the door.
Judging by the waft of familiar perfume, it's her room.
I lean against the door as tears blur my vision again.
"What happened, Manar?"
I shake my head, lifting my hand to wipe my tears but I drop it. What's the point of wiping them? I have been wiping them for years.
"I am tired, Eman." I whisper. "I am so tired of living this life."
Her eyes softens. "Talk to me."
I look up at the white ceiling. "I told you that it's good Mahib doesn't remembers me but there are days where I selfishly wish he hadn't lost his memories. He didn't forgot...me." A sob catches up in my throat. "There were so many moments in our past which contradicts the future. He..." I close my eyes. "He now likes the things which I used to like...it's like I am not in his memories but...."
"In his actions." Eman completes it for me.
My chin quivers. "When I look at him, talk to him, I feel like I am talking to his mirror image, it's him, but at the same time, it's just his reflection. Not the real him. Not the Mahib I fell in love with."
