Pyscho's Heartbeat [ on hold ]

14 : beauty and her beast

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚RANIA'S POV :

I gasped as a tear rolled down my cheek. Why the hell do I feel so much at the moment? It felt like someone crumbled my world and crushed it under their feet.

My whole body trembled as I tried standing up from the sand but lost balance because of my limbs shaking intensely. "Careful," Fahee grabbed my arm and helped me as I walked towards the huge crowd with loud noises.

My chin wobbled as we walked further, my heart beating faster in my chest. My chest hurting as if someone just stabbed it.

Our steps came to a halt as we stepped into the crowd of students and teachers. Two lifeguards and an emergency ambulance were here.

A body covered with a white cloth was taken inside the ambulance. I felt like my life ended as I stared numbly at the body. It felt like it wasn't Hamdan's body under the cloth but mine.

I would say my heart died with Armaan, but this time I could feel my life being taken away with Hamdan.

It hurts like a bitch.

I should be happy that I'm rid of him, but why do I feel the urge to scream my lungs out and beg to God to make him alive?

I lost my balance as Fahee held me.

Tears flowed down my eyes like waterfalls.

My mind clicked with memories of Hamdan as I gazed at his dead body under the cloth from afar.

He is gone. I lost him too.

It's crazy how you can feel hurt for someone you loathe when they pass away.

I'm going through the same thing.

I can't stand Hamdan Waseem, but it really hurt to see his lifeless body being taken away right in front of me. I felt shattered, like someone ripped the life out of me.

It didn't feel like a nightmare, but worse. I just can't accept that this is real. The one who showed me how to live can't be gone. No way.

I completely broke down, crying loudly, and some students joined in, crying too. I ended up on the ground, hitting the sand. "Calm down, Rania, I'll get you some water," Fahee said as she hurried off.

I could see fear in every student's eyes.

Oh God, what's happening to our university? Students were in tears, and professors were trying to comfort them.

I held onto my chest as tears streamed down faster when they took the body away, taking a piece of my soul with it.

I hate him, then why am I crying?

I hate him, then why does his death hurt me?

I hate him, I should be happy, shouldn't I?

But I can't! Why am I so connected to him?