"What Are You Waiting For?" || ORIGINAL STORY.

Chapter Thirty-Six.

Tanya's POV.

I lay in my bed in the middle of the night, staring at the ceiling.

The lights were off, and it was dark.

The only light coming was the moonlight from the curtains.

It had been a week, and I still couldn't get over it.

I couldn't sleep, no matter how hard I tried.

I got up, threw the blanket off of me, and sat on the edge of the bed.

I put my head in my hands, massaging my temples.

I couldn't shake off this restless feeling, this sense of unease.

I had never been good at dealing with my emotions..

As I sat there, in the silence of the night, I tried to sort through my thoughts.

I stood up and slowly walked to the window, pulling back the curtains to look at the night sky.

The stars were out, shining brightly in the dark.

I leaned my forehead on the cold glass, finding slight comfort in the chilly sensation.

I tried to relax and tried to focus on the stars.

But my mind kept wandering back to him, to what had happened earlier in the day.

"Why can't I just stop thinking about it?" I muttered aloud, my breath fogging the glass.

I closed my eyes, trying to block out the thoughts.

But it was like trying to hold water in a closed fist.

The harder you gripped, the more it slipped through your fingers.

It was pointless.

I felt a sudden pang in my chest, a sharp ache that spread through my body.

It wouldn't go away.

It just kept growing, like a fire burning out of control.

I felt helpless, like I was drowning in a sea of emotions.

I wanted to scream, cry out loud, to release all the emotions pent up inside me.

I wanted to be free, free from the constant thoughts, the endless aching.. but I didn't know how.

I slid down onto the floor, leaning against the wall.

I pulled my knees close to my chest, wrapping my arms around them.

I wanted to cry, but no tears came.

I just sat there, staring into the dark, my thoughts and feelings in complete turmoil.

The only sound in the room was the sound of my breathing.

It came in short, ragged gasps, as if I was struggling to get enough air.

But it wasn't the lack of air that made my breaths so laboured.

It was the overwhelming emotion inside me, threatening to burst out at any moment.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out everything.

But it was like trying to ignore a storm crashing around you.

The more you tried to ignore, the more it pressed on you, the more it felt like you were going to suffocate.

Until my phone rang, the screen lit up in the dark.

The sudden sound made me jump.

I slowly got up from the floor and walked towards the phone.

My hand slightly trembled as I picked it up, seeing who was calling.