"𝐓𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞"
Because this is where love fades and hate resides and intensifies, broken hearts give rise to the most devastating storie...
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"Will you become my friend?" the words left from his mouth making my eyes widen.
Am I hallucinating? Or did my ears get damaged due to the seawater?
Why do sudden change? The boy who rejected the idea of us being friends is now asking me all by himself.
Did someone really do something to him? Is he possessed by any demon? God, please save me apart from my father I am afraid of ghosts and cats.
I stood up from my place, my ankle hurt but that was negligible now, I touched his forehead and his neck to find if he had a fever but no, his temperature was normal.
"How many fingers are you seeing?" I asked him showing 5 fingers. He frowned and gave the correct answer.
I think I should try something different, "Umm... What is this?" I asked showing my phone. He glared at me and threw my phone on the bed.
No, he is normal, he is glaring which means he is normal.
"What the hell are you trying to do?" He asked, glaring at me. I smiled sheepily and said "Hahaha, actually I was testing your memory, but don't worry you are absolutely fine" I patted his shoulder and smiled nervously.
But what if the demon is like him only? And I am not able to differentiate between the two.
I should call the others, what if the demon attacked me? No no no, I shouldn't take any risk.
I love my life.
I have so many things to do, that I have to become one of the top neurologists.
"Excuse me, I will be back," I said and was about to go but he held my palm, stopping me from going.
Yeh pakka bhoot hai, mummy...
(This is definitely a ghost, mother save me)
"Do you trust me?" I snapped out of thought when I heard him, his eyes softened and I found myself lost in his dark brown orbs.
"I do" I whispered, and his hold on my palm tightened, for the very first time someone's touch was comforting me, a soft boy was hiding behind his well-built man.
But hiding is not good, you should express your feelings, and your emotions in every manner.
I trust him, unknowingly but I trust him the most but do he trust me? What if he thinks of me like my father? Am I just his responsibility or does he think of me as a burden?
"But do you trust me?" I asked, his eyes met mine saying more but he only nodded. I wanted him to say more things to me but never mind, we will take everything slowly.
