Take off your Hijab (Rewriting)

Unspoken Tension✅

"All of our flaws disappear in the lightSo don't pay any mind to them In the night because of peoples negativity"

Third persons POV

Sam leaned against the wall, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, his gaze unwavering as he watched Jamie throw her clothes into the open box. The clothes landed in a heap, completely unorganized. He knew she wasn't in the mood to deal with this, but there was something about watching her this frantic that stirred a strange sense of unease in him.

"Need a hand?" Sam's voice was quiet but purposeful, cutting through the tension in the room.

Jamie froze, her movements faltering as she glanced over at him, eyes narrowing in suspicion. She knew him too well to trust the sudden offer. But despite herself, she gave a sharp nod, even though something in her stomach churned at the thought.

"Um, thanks?" she said, the words edged with uncertainty.

Sam said nothing in reply but instead walked closer, kneeling down beside her mess of clothes. He worked quickly, folding shirts with precision and speed, as if this were a task he'd done a thousand times before. His fingers moved almost too carefully, each shirt pressed neatly into place as if he were trying to prove something.

Jamie couldn't help but stare at him, her mind racing. She felt her skin prickle with discomfort, her unease growing the closer he got. His presence, usually so familiar, felt strangely foreign now. The silence between them was thick, too thick. Her breath quickened slightly, as if some old memory was threatening to come rushing back.

"What are you doing?" Jamie's voice broke the tension, the words coming out sharper than she intended. She took a step back, but Sam followed, his gaze never leaving hers.

Jamie's pulse quickened. She took another step back, the cool wall suddenly pressing against her spine. She blinked, feeling trapped in the space between them. The room felt too small. Too charged.

Sam's voice came low, almost like a whisper, but there was an edge to it now, something raw. "Why don't you like me anymore?"

Jamie's eyes widened at the question, and for a moment, it was as if the world around them stopped. She felt the weight of his words sink into her chest, the confusion and bitterness that lingered from their past seeping into the air between them. She hadn't been prepared for this. Not now. Not here.

"Why don't I like you anymore?" Jamie repeated, her voice soft, like she was under some sort of spell. The question felt like a taunt, one she couldn't quite answer. She stared up at him, something in his eyes making her feel exposed, vulnerable in a way she hadn't felt in years.

But just as the tension reached its peak, the door slammed open, the sudden sound like a whip crack in the heavy silence. Both of them jerked back, instinctively distancing themselves as they looked toward the door. Azad stood there, her arms folded, eyebrow raised in silent judgment.

"I was just looking for Ali," Azad said, her voice casual, though her eyes flickered between them knowingly. "But never mind. Carry on," she added, her lips curling into a faint smile before she slammed the door behind her.

Jamie's cheeks flushed a deep red, her dark skin contrasting sharply with the heat that spread across her face. She quickly grabbed the nearest bag, her fingers trembling just enough for Sam to notice. She couldn't bring herself to look at him, not now, not with the weight of everything hanging in the air between them. The tension was suffocating, her mind a whirlwind of questions she wasn't prepared to face, each one pressing harder than the last.

Without another word, she bolted for the door, her movements quick and almost frantic. She kept her gaze averted, as if avoiding his eyes could somehow shield her from the mess they were tangled in. Sam's presence, once familiar, now felt like a tight knot in her chest, one she couldn't undo, not when it was clear they were both too far apart to fix it.

As the door clicked shut behind her, the world outside felt suddenly colder, the weight of her own thoughts closing in as she disappeared into the hall, leaving everything unspoken.

Sam stood frozen for a moment, his chest tight, staring at the door where Azad had just been. He let out a sigh, his fingers pressing against the box in his hands as if he were trying to ground himself. He wasn't sure why he was still here. He wasn't sure what he was hoping for. But as he walked downstairs with the rest of the boxes, he couldn't shake the feeling that something—everything—was slipping through his fingers.

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