You Belong With Me

22

Sourav awoke with a pounding headache, his head heavy with the remnants of last night's revelry. He blinked, trying to adjust to the harsh light of morning filtering through the curtains. Glancing around, he realized he was alone. With a groan, he pushed himself up, his reflection in the mirror revealing the aftermath of his wild night-disheveled hair, bloodshot eyes, and a weary expression. Memories of the previous night flooded his mind, each one more vivid and regrettable than the last.

Dragging himself out of bed, Sourav shuffled towards the bathroom, hoping a splash of cold water on his face might alleviate his throbbing headache. As he stared at his reflection, he couldn't help but cringe at the sight. Once he felt somewhat human again, he ventured out of the room.

He found Rahul sitting on the balcony, his gaze lost in the distance. Sourav approached slowly, the weight of his actions heavy on his shoulders. Sourav's footsteps pulled Rahul from his reverie.

Rahul turned to look at Sourav, his expression unreadable. He felt a whirlwind of emotions swirling within him, but numbness seemed to overshadow everything else. Part of him wanted to lash out at Sourav, to scream and yell until the frustration dissipated. Another part, a quieter, more compassionate side, wanted to reach out, to offer comfort and understanding. But for now, he simply watched Sourav, waiting for him to speak, to explain himself. But Sourav just stood there, not uttering a word as if he didn't care what he had done to Rahul last night.

"Would you mind explaining why you acted like a jerk last night?" Rahul's voice was raw, the frustration palpable in every word he uttered.

His gaze never left Sourav's face, his eyes boring into his, searching for understanding, for remorse, for anything.

"I..." Sourav was lost for words. Sourav's actions were provoking Rahul's rage. He didn't want to fight, but Sourav's carelessness was causing Rahul to lose his calm.

"I never imagined I would feel like this in your arms, Sourav!" Rahul's voice cracked with emotion; his words heavy with hurt. "I've replayed last night in my head a hundred times, trying to make sense of it. But your touch...it's...it's haunting me," he confessed, his voice trembling with emotion.

Sourav did not make eye contact, instead glancing down. Rahul was not liking Sourav's response. Not even an apology from him. 

"I felt like you were just using me for your own pleasure, your own desires." Rahul continued; his voice strained with emotion. "It was the worst night of my life, Sourav."

He took a shaky breath, trying to steady himself, trying to rein in his emotions. But the hurt and anger were too overwhelming, threatening to consume him.

"I waited for you," Rahul's voice trembled, betraying the raw emotion he tried so hard to contain. His words hung heavy in the air, mingling with the weight of disappointment that seemed to suffocate him. "I thought...I hoped you'd come back. That you'd be there to support me, to help me through... But I guess I was wrong, wasn't I?"

There was a desperation in Rahul's voice, a yearning for some form of acknowledgment, of understanding. He looked at Sourav, his eyes searching for even the faintest glimmer of remorse, of the boy he once knew. But all he found was the same indifference, the same casual cruelty that had torn his heart asunder.

Sourav's nonchalant demeanor only fueled the flames of Rahul's anguish. "And then you show up out of nowhere, demanding...s..!" His voice cracked, a sob escaping despite his efforts to hold it back. "Asking for sex without any explanation. It's... it's ridiculous."