After all this time

Chapter 15

Thoughts are like clouds , some are bright and warm...some are dark and sad which may turn into an angry thunder storm...Amaya observed. She was sitting on the bed, resting herself, leaning on a pillow .
She barely remembered opening the door after Adhi kept knocking on the door.
He was so worried seeing her and helped her to sit down and rest for some time. He had seen the photo album on the floor but didn't ask anything about it.

' Hey Ammu...are you okay?'
Amaya wasn't paying attention that he was talking to her.
She slightly turned her face towards Adhi , who was standing near her, worry etched on his face.
' Have this...it will help' he handed her a cup sweet smelling liquid.
It was warm in her ice cold hands, which slightly trembled when the heat rush into her skin.

' It's chamomile tea... it's good ' he reassured as Amaya lightly swirled the yellow liquid in the cup.

She nodded and took a sip. The silky apple taste was pleasant in her mouth.
She took another sip and cradled the cup in between her hands, seeking more warmth.

' Ammu are you okay? Do you want sometime alone? Or should I stay? '

Amaya studied his face for a moment. The confusion and worry casted a shadow on his beautiful features. She didn't want him to worry about her.
He doesn't deserve to deal with her troubles more than he already does.
She took a deep breath and patted on the right side of the bed.

' Sit with me for some time '

Amaya was thinking that he will hesitate to do so. Well, who would really want to be with someone who just had an episode of anxiety!
But to her surprise , he wordlessly came around the other side of the bed and sat close to her . Then he gave her a smile, which was sad but the relief was perceptible on his face.
They sat in a companionable silence. Resting their back on the head board of the bed. They were sitting too close that Amaya was aware of the way their shoulder and legs were touching and the warmth just seeping through her clothes.It was so comforting that she didn't even try to move an inch from him.

She sipped on her tea in between mulling over what to think all of it. Was she going crazy or was she really ill? Who would even freak out over some pictures? Why did she even went through his album without his permission? He probably thinks that she was a cuckoo in head. She cringed.

' Why don't you put that cup down and tell me what is going on in your pretty little head?'
He took away the cup from her hands and placed it on the side table, next to his books. Amaya curled her fingers and made a sweater pow with the long sleeves of the hoodie , hoping the numbness in her fingertips will go away.

' Now tell me why were you frowning at the cup? , was the tea that bad? ' he gave her a questioning glance?

She shook her head in reply. It was not about the tea. It was all that overwhelming and overpowering her. She bit her lower lip, contemplating what to tell him.

' and why is this towel  still in your head?'

Amaya who had completely forgotten about it mumbled a thank you as he removed it from her hair and put it away.

Her unruly hair fell on her sides covering her features. She had no idea where her hair tie was, so she tucked a chunk of her hair behind her ears.
The silence fell over them and it bothered her for some reason. She picked on her nails until Adhi wrapped her hand in his wondering loud why is it so cold. His hands were warm , unlike her's. It burned her numb fingers but eventually it felt good... welcoming.

He was trying...Amaya realised. He was trying to initiate a conversation... trying to ease her up without asking her directly, he is trying to coax her into a conversation.