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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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I have folded-unfolded his letter more than necessary, creasing every inch of the paper.
Bottom line: I have read it again and again and again, almost memorising the whole thing.
It's like I am dying without you, but not just yet. Please. I beg you. He wrote.
Only if I could tell him that without him, every breath I take feels like I am suffocating myself. But then, I don't know.
Agastya is a manipulator!
I know I shouldn't believe in someone else's words when I have known Agastya more than anyone else but then, do I really know him? The guy I knew never lied. The guy I knew struggled with communication but his eyes never lied. Yet again, everything rounds up at one question, what was the truth? Everything seemed like a perfectly plotted lie.
FUCK!
I really need to sleep. But when I close my eyes, all I could feel, dream, and experience is his hands around me, touching me, soothing me, caressing my hair, back, his warm breath around the crook of my neck, the sound of his heartbeat-
THIS!
This exact thought, feeling, emotion or whatever it is, has given me more sleepless nights than I imagined.
Letting out a sharp breath of frustration, I sat straight on the bed. The clock showed quarter to four in the morning. I felt a stabbing pain in my head. I went to the kitchen to make some tea for the headache, but it didn't help.
I lay down on the sofa in the living room scrolling through my phone, through my gallery precisely. All the pictures, happy pictures.
Happiness seems like an illusion now.
A lone tear rolled down my cheeks. I hate crying but I guess at this moment it is important. So, I let the pain engulf me, embrace me till everything blurs out.
***
Around eight in the morning, I heard my doorbell. I got up with a jolt. The phone I was holding fell down flat on the floor.
Did I pass out or did I actually sleep?
My mind seemed a lot foggier than the last three weeks, scaring the shit out of me. The pain in the head has now descended down to the back of the neck and shoulder.
Everyone said love gets you in an absolute emotional mess. But nobody mentioned it's physically painful too.
Stretching my arms, I tried to relieve some pain, but it was useless. Of course. Shaking my head, I approached the door.
Sid!
"Hi!" I said without any surprise. I called him here. My voice is still low though.
