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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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As much as I was grateful to Amara for calling the ambulance and being human at the time of emergency, I will never feel good when she gets close with my man!
So... are we back there?
Shut up! It's the meds!
Amara and Agastya have been talking for thirty five minutes.
Woah!
Yeah! Okay, whatever! I counted...
"Why do I care?" I whispered to myself.
"You really want an answer to that? Won't that be repetitive?" I replied to...me
Someone please take away the medicines. I am talking to myself!
Agastya came back inside. I looked away from the door I have been watching so keenly. He still noticed and smirked.
"Uh, um, Amara left." Clearing his throat, he spoke.
"I can see that."
He shook his head at my response.
I really need to tone down my sarcasm.
"You don't seem happy that she left," I added.
We just decided! No sarcasm!
"What makes you think that?"
"Nothing. I might have just over-read..." I shrugged.
"No, you can tell me!"
"Seriously, Agast-" I cleared my throat, "I have nothing to tell you." I paused. "Anyways, you always seem a lot happier with her."
"Right!" He gulped. Hardly. "I feel a lot more alive with you, and you know it."
Rolling my eyes, I looked away. He pointed at my face and continued,
"Exactly, but you don't want to talk about it. Because you don't want to accept it." I straightened up in the chair. "Convince yourself all you want about the other women in my life, Megha, yet the facts won't change a bit. No one affects me the way you do!" His tone was a mixture of pain and truth.
A phone ring filled up the long silence. It was my phone and Ishika was calling. Agastya retired in my bedroom, I picked up the phone. Ishika called to check on me. Still, we talked for about forty-fifty minutes.
If there is one person I am utterly grateful for, it would be this girl. Life would have been so dull without her.
"What do you want for lunch?" Agastya asked, coming out of the room, wearing a sweatshirt and jeans. The same sweatshirt I wore that morning.
He looks so beautiful in casuals. His uniform is his second skin, but casuals really bring out his toned body and muscles.
