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"Why do you make these paper flowers?" He asked, looking at her through the mirror.
"They don't wither like the real ones." She replied, aligning the entire bunch of paper flowers.
"But they don't have the fragranc...
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"Exactly! You did your best. We got married, you are alarmed 24/7. But nothing changes the fact that I am your responsibility and you CAN NOT die for your responsibility. You SHOULD NOT."
Seriously?
"That's what you think of this marriage?"
I wanted to say more, a lot more, but I couldn't, not when she could almost cry.
I mean, if I saw her as just a responsibility, or a burden, as she just said, I would have never kiss-
There can't be two people losing their shit.
The silence lingered till I wore that shirt with utmost difficulty. I could see she wanted to help, but I went into the bathroom to wear it in silence.
Let it go for now.
And it's better if you keep it the way she wants to. It is because of you that her father died and she had to see whatever the fuck she saw today.
But still–
No!
When I walked out, she was on her side of bed, the lamp still on.
You never go to bed angry/upset.
I slid next to her after turning off the lamp, keeping a decent distance between me and my responsibility.
"Respon...Megha?"
She shifted so she could face me.
"I don't really care about what you usually think about stuff. But I will dare to say that irrespective of whatever your perception is, you are family. To Sid, to Ishika, to...me."
I let that sink in as she moved a bit closer to me, her hand in my uninjured one.
"We care about you. You matter."
'You are so precious. You are important.'
Well, the one who goes on to say it around sometimes needs to hear it themselves. She has been left alone, too.
"But–"
"No. You cannot convince me otherwise. I get it, the circumstances have been weird, difficult, but this is what it is. I care about you and Sid equally."
What the hell am I even saying?
These damned meds, I swear to fucking God!
"I don't see you as my responsibility, or a burden, as you just implied. You are not a burden."
And that made her look at me.
"I told you I don't need those stupid meds. Good night. Sleep well."
That was very embarrassing.
I wanted to turn away from her, but the shoulder didn't let me. I just closed my eyes, and the meds lured me to sleep.
