𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐌𝐞

The Dress

"Secrets I have held in my heartAre harder to hide than I thoughtMaybe I just wanna be yoursI wanna be yours, I wanna be yours"

-I WANNA BE YOURS-

As he slept on the couch in my hospital room, Kabir looked peacefully handsome as always. I never imagined, even in my wildest dreams, that my crush would be here, taking care of me like this.

The fact is, he still doesn't know that I've loved him since our first meeting. Last night, when I finally woke up, he assured me that everyone would be okay in his presence. His words sent shivers down my spine. When he kissed me on the cheek as a lone tear left my eye, my heart skipped a beat. I wished I could kiss him again, just like in my dream.

I still don't remember exactly what happened that led to me being stabbed in the stomach. The kiss and the blood note are clear in my mind, but the rest is blank. I can't piece together the events, no matter how hard I try.

I can't stress myself too much. I want to solve this puzzle and find my best friend. Kabir told me that Dahlia and Rachel explained the truth to him last night.

But knowing that my own best friend is the reason I'm in the hospital feels unbearable. I can't digest what happened. It's a betrayal that cuts deeper than any physical wound.

I just wish I could find out what exactly happened last night. I wish Charlotte could just reveal the truth. But all my tension seems to melt away whenever I look at him. His peaceful figure, just sleeping a few centimeters away from my bed, feels surreal.

His presence so close to me brings a strange comfort, a sense of security I've never felt before. Despite the chaos and confusion, his being here makes everything seem a little less daunting. I can't help but feel grateful for him, even if he doesn't know how deeply my feelings for him run.I sighed softly, not wanting to wake him. The night had been long and filled with nightmares, both real and imagined. But now, with him here, I felt like maybe, just maybe, everything might be alright.

This man will be the death of me. My obsession grows with each passing day. He is an innocent bird in my hell, a soul too pure for my darkness. I love him with a depth that terrifies and consumes me, a love that feels as boundless as eternity.

I picked up my phone from the side table of my hospital room and saw at least 20+ texts from Rachel. Her messages read, "When I was trying to get close to you while you were fainted at your apartment, your baby Kabir told me to stay away from what is his. LIKE BABY GIRL, YOU'RE ALREADY SO LUCKY. CALL ME BACK, I NEED TO SPILL SOME TEA. I HOPE YOU GET WELL SOON."

My heart fluttered at the thought of Kabir claiming me as his. A smile crept across my face as I read Rachel's texts. I quickly typed back, "Rachel, you won't believe what happened. I still can't wrap my head around everything, but Kabir... he's been amazing. I'll call you as soon as I can. And yes, I need to hear all that tea! Miss you, girl."As I hit send, I glanced over at Kabir, still peacefully sleeping. My heart swelled with a mix of love and anticipation. He really called me his. My fingers brushed lightly over my phone screen, tracing the words Rachel had sent, as I let out a content sigh.