Misguided Path : Torn Apart , Stitched Together

9.ONCE WE WERE BEST FRIENDS

The first light of dawn slips through the curtains, a golden beam piercing the shadows of the room. It warms my face, tugging me from the depths of restless dreams. I stirs, my heart still racing from the remnants of a panic attack that grips me in the night. The memory of fear washes over me like cold water, and for a moment, I lie there,cocooned on the floor, wishing I could just disappear.

But the sun continues to push into the room, relentless and bright. With each pulse of light, I feel a flicker of something deep inside—a quiet rebellion against the weight of anxiety that threatens to pin me down. I blink back tears, brushing my hair from my face, my thoughts a storm of uncertainty and hope.

"Today is a new day," I whisper, the words trembling on my lips, a fragile promise. I take a shaky breath, feeling the warmth of the sun wrap around me like an embrace. Memories of struggle surge through me, but so do flashes of strength. I remember the moments I have risen, even when it feels impossible.

With a slow, deliberate motion, she swung my legs over the side of the bed, the floor cool against her feet. Each heartbeat echoes in my ears, but beneath the fear is a resolve, a whisper urging me to fight. "You are stronger than this," I tell myself, her voice gaining steadiness. "You can do this."

I stand, grounding myself in that moment, the sunlight flooding the room. It illuminates my determination, a quiet fire igniting within me. And in that light, I find my strength—ready to face whatever lies ahead.

I make my way towards the nightstand which is just beside my bed. I open the drawer and fetch out the meds, the same meds which are prescribed by Dr. Williams in California. I stare at them intensely as if they are Ridhaan. After staring at them I finally proceed to take them.

Gulping down the tablets I step towards the bathroom. I step into the warm shower, letting the water run on my body. I reach for my white lily shampoo, its floral scent enveloping me as I lather it into my hair. The gentle suds feel luxurious, and I take a moment to breathe in the calming fragrance. Rinsing it out, I can almost feel the stress melting away.

Next, I apply the white lily conditioner, letting it sit while I massage my scalp. The silky texture glides through my hair, leaving it soft and manageable. After a thorough rinse, I reach for my moisturiser. I squeeze a generous amount into my palms, warming it before applying it to my hairs. The creamy blend absorbs quickly, leaving a delicate hint of white lily that lingers.

Finally, I step out of the shower, wrapped in a fluffy towel. I feel refreshed, rejuvenated, and completely at peace, ready to embrace the day ahead.

Picking up a baby pink sleek shirt and white pants I got ready. I sit at my vanity, sunlight streaming in, and open my makeup kit. I start with a light foundation, blending it smoothly over my skin for a fresh, even tone. Next, I dab a bit of concealer under my eyes, gently patting it in until it disappears, brightening my face.

I reach for a soft, neutral eyeshadow, sweeping it across my lids, and add a touch of shimmer in the corners for a hint of sparkle. A quick stroke of mascara brings my lashes to life, framing my eyes beautifully.