The days following their breakup were a blur of numbness and pain for Aanya. Everywhere she went, she felt the absence of Meera. The memories of their time together haunted her—every corner of the campus, every class they had shared, every place they had kissed. It was unbearable.
Aanya withdrew from everything. She stopped going to parties, avoided her friends, and even skipped classes. She couldn't face the world, couldn't pretend that she was okay when her heart felt like it had been ripped in two.
The whispers and rumors about their relationship didn't stop. If anything, they grew louder after their breakup. Everyone seemed to have an opinion, but no one understood the pain Aanya was going through. No one understood what it felt like to lose the person you thought you'd spend the rest of your life with.
One evening, after weeks of avoiding the outside world, Aanya found herself sitting alone on the rooftop where she and Meera had shared so many moments. The cool night air bit at her skin, but she didn't care. She just needed to feel something other than the hollow ache in her chest.
As she stared out at the city lights, Aanya thought about everything that had happened. The kiss, the video, the rumors, the pressure from their families—it had all been too much. Maybe Meera had been right. Maybe they had rushed into something they weren't ready for.
But that didn't change how much Aanya loved her. That didn't change the fact that Meera had been the one person who had made her feel alive, made her feel seen in a way no one else ever had.
Aanya wiped away a tear, her chest tight with grief. She didn't know how to move on from this. She didn't know how to live in a world without Meera.
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Teen FictionAanya and Meera couldn't be more different. Aanya is reserved, thoughtful, and careful with her heart, while Meera is bold, passionate, and never afraid to speak her mind. From their first encounter, their tension was undeniable-what started as a ri...
