Somethings are Meant to Be

Chapter-19

~ Third Person Point of View~

Afra after all those travelling came back to the time where she left from. This time she wasn't frustrated she was happy. She was grateful.

Afra changed her dress drank a little water and went towards her parent's room. Before she could enter, she could hear hushed voices.

He was the first to break the silence, his voice soft but resolute. "I've been thinking about what happened," he began, his gaze fixed on the floor. "I shouldn't have said those things. They were uncalled for and hurtful."

She looked up, her eyes red from the tears that had been shed during their confrontation. The raw pain in his voice and the sincerity in his eyes made her heart ache. "I'm sorry too," she replied, her voice trembling slightly. "I was too quick to react, and I let my frustration get the best of me. I didn't mean to hurt you."

He moved closer, the physical proximity a silent gesture of his desire to bridge the gap that had formed. "I know," he said, reaching out and gently touching her arm. "I've been reflecting on my actions, and I realize now that I was too defensive. I should have listened more and reacted less."

She nodded, the warmth of his touch easing some of the tension. "And I should have taken a step back before letting my anger control me. I've been thinking about how much this relationship means to me and how much I value you. I never want us to be at odds like this again."

He took a deep breath, his hand still resting on her arm, and looked into her eyes with a mixture of regret and hope. "We've been through so much together," he said softly. "I don't want this fight to overshadow everything we've built. I want to learn from this and move forward."

She managed a faint smile, the corners of her lips turning upwards as she squeezed his hand in return. "I do too," she said. "I want us to grow stronger from this. We're not perfect, but we're better together. Let's promise to communicate more openly and listen to each other more carefully."

They stood there for a moment, the weight of their words settling into the space between them, and then he gently pulled her into an embrace. The hug was warm and forgiving, a symbol of their shared commitment to healing and understanding.

As they held each other, the air seemed to clear, and the room began to feel lighter. The argument had left its mark, but so had their resolve to make amends and nurture their relationship. With apologies spoken and hearts laid bare, they took their first steps towards reconciliation, more determined than ever to build a future grounded in empathy and love.

Afra saw them hugging and decided to not to disturb and went to her room and finished her thesis paper with,