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Ashta trudged into her apartment, slamming the door behind her. The silence enveloped her like a shroud.
She stumbled to the mirror, her reflection staring back red-rimmed eyes,pale skin and lastly the trembling lips.
Ashta's gaze dropped, her heart sinking.
"Am I not worthy of love?" she whispered, her voice cracking.Panic crept in, suffocating her.
She remembered Ayan's words
"I'm engaged."
The reality hit her like a ton of bricks.
He never loved her.
Ashta's thoughts swirled
Was it her age?
Was she too old for him?
She recalled their conversations
He's younger than me...just by a few years...
But does it matter?
Ashta's mind reeled with the thought"Why did I ignore the signs?" "Why did I think he'd choose me?"
She flashed back to their moments together their laughter,late-night conversations,whispers of comfort.
Tears streamed down her face as she confronted the harsh truth.
Ayan was never hers.
She felt ugly,foolish and unlovable.
Ashta's panic attack intensified her breath quickened, her heart raced and her vision blurred.
She stumbled to the couch, collapsing onto the cushions.
Ashta buried her face in a pillow, surrendering to her anguish.
Why did she fall for someone who couldn't love her back?
The question echoed through her mind, haunting her.
Ashta's phone lay silent, no comforting messages from Ayan.
The silence screamed
You were just a friend.
Ashta's sobs deepened, her body shaking.
She thought of Rhea beautiful,Young and maybe more worthy.
Ashta's heart twisted in envy.
Why couldn't it be me?
The question repeated, a painful mantra.
Ashta's apartment, once a sanctuary, now felt empty and cold.
She was alone.
Ashta trudged to the bathroom, exhaustion etched on her face.
She opened the cabinet, retrieving the blade from its hiding place.
The bathtub beckoned, its warmth promising solace.
Ashta sat down, the water enveloping her like a gentle hug.
With the blade, she began to draw patterns on her hands.Intricate designs, a symphony of lines.The sharp edge sliced through skin, releasing pent-up emotions.Blood mingled with water, turning the tub crimson.Red ripples spread, a symbolic release.
Ashta's thoughts quieted, her breathing slowed.The pain was a distraction from her heartache.
Temporary escape.
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A Tale Of Hidden Scars ✔️
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