𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 || 18+ ✔

𝟐𝟑. || 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲.

Sara's POV :

It has been two weeks Arush leave home. He asked me to stay and left himself. I broke his heart and I missed him.

I'm selfish I know. But I need him I can't live without him.

I'm trembling as I stare at Arush's hotel room door, my thoughts reeling.

I don't know what to say to him, and I'm scared he doesn't want to see me.

Something this significant happened, and he didn't even reach out to me.

Did I push him away too far? Does he think I'm too much? Too broken. Too
insecure. Far too much work. Even now, insecurity claws at me, trying its best to convince me I'm not good enough, that there's no way I can help him, and that I'll only be a burden to him.

"Please," I whisper, willing myself to be a little stronger, to fight a little harder.

Arush stood by me for months without a
single complaint. I'm not hurting any less than I was then, but how could I claim to love him if I can't do this much? If he pushes me away and tells me he doesn't want to see me, then I'd deserve that. But he deserves my best effort, no matter what.

I knock on his door and wait, my heart in my throat. I haven't felt like myself in weeks, but even less so right now. It took me years to become stronger and more independent, yet here I stand, a broken person, about to face the man that built me up brick by brick.

Self-hatred, shame, and doubt nearly consume me, but my love for him keeps me standing here, even when it feels like the hardest thing I've ever done.

The door opens, and my heart skips a beat when I see my husband standing in front of me, his hair disheveled, and my favorite gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips, his torso bare. I've missed him more than I even realized, and the way he's looking at me makes me hope he feels the same way.

"Sara" he murmurs, shocked. "What are you doing here?, Are you okay? Is baby okay? "

Nerves keep me captive, but I decide to stand my ground. I force a smile, nods and rush past him, scared he'll close the door on me and deprive me of a chance to say what I have to.

I turn back to face him when I hear the door fall closed, and he walks toward me hesitantly, his expression guarded.

Arush's eyes slowly roam over my body, taking in the red dress I'm wearing. For a moment, I'm certain I see pain flash through his eyes, but then he sighs and smiles at me. It's been a really long time since I last saw him smile at me that way - it's the smile he reserves for everyone but me. Distant. Polite. Fake.

"You look good," he says, his voice soft.

"It looks like you're feeling better. I'm glad."

He stares at me for a moment, and then he shakes his head slightly as he tears his gaze off me. Even when I told him we should end things, it didn't feel as final as it does right now. What have I done? I'm shaking as I walk toward him, desperation dictating my every move.