HEALING LEADS TO HEARTBREAK.
"If loving you is madness, then let the world burn-I'd choose your chaos over anyone else's calm."
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Aarti's world is shattered after being betrayed by her first love, leaving her battling not only brain cancer but als...
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ but what if all I want is Conversation and time?ᯓ★
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A A R T I
Fifteen tablets. Five different kinds. Syrups in all colors and flavors-none of them good. I counted them out on my palm, a little mountain of pills that felt heavier than they looked. More than food, my body runs on these medicines now. I hate it.
Every day, this same routine: swallow, grimace, chase the bitterness with water, and hope it doesn't come back up. The taste clings to my mouth, stubborn and sharp, making me want to gag.
I made a face-cruel, disgusted, dramatic, because why not? If I have to suffer, at least let the world know. I reached for the drawer, fingers searching for something, anything, to make it better.
My hand closed around a chocolate bar. I tore off the wrapper and bit in, letting the sweetness melt away the last traces of medicine. Relief, finally. For a moment, I could almost pretend things were normal.
Cotton was out on the balcony, hopping and fluttering around. I never keep him in the cage anymore. What if he wants to find his family? What if he wants to go back to someone who loves him?
Who am I to keep him here, just because I'm lonely? I watched him, a small white blur against the sunlight, and wondered if he ever thought about freedom, or if he was just happy to be here, for now.
I leaned back, chocolate still melting on my tongue, and tried not to think about the next round of pills. Or about the ache in my bones, or the way my body feels less like mine every day.
I just watched Cotton, letting his simple happiness fill the quiet, and tried to believe that maybe, for a little while, that could be enough.
I stepped out of my room into the quiet hush of early morning. The house was still, the kind of silence that feels soft and heavy all at once. My hair was a mess-tangled and wild from sleep-but I didn't care enough to fix it yet. I hadn't even showered.
Ruhi's door was half open, a sliver of her world visible. I paused, peeking inside to see if she was awake. The familiar scent of vanilla filled her room, sweet and comforting, instantly recognizable as hers. She was still asleep, curled up and hugging her pillow, her breathing slow and peaceful.
A smile crept onto my face as I watched her. Sisters are like built-in best friends, woven into the fabric of your life in a way no one else can be. With Ruhi, it's not just about sharing a room or clothes-it's about sharing memories, secrets, and even the quiet moments when words aren't needed.
Sometimes we argue, sometimes we laugh until we can't breathe, but no matter what, there's always this unspoken bond-a sense that, through everything, we'll always have each other.
