"You said you don't hate me. So, can't we start a new chapter?" she said trembling, her eyes filled with hope.
He laughed loudly. "Aliya Emdad are you a stupid or just pretending to be. Listen to me carefully. Yes I don't hate you. Actually I feel...
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Rain flowed against the window as I sat alone, lost in the silence of my small apartment. A glass of untouched whiskey sat on the table beside me, its amber glow mocking me. I hadn't been able to bring myself to drink it even though I thought it could lessen the burning ache in my heart a little.
Aliya.
Just thinking her name was enough to make my pulse quicken, to send a dull ache pulsing through my chest. I kept my distance till today. I convinced myself I wouldn't cross paths with her again. I'll just take a peak of her from afar. Yet, fate seemed to be an expert in reminding me how powerless I truly was when it came to her.
That single, stolen moment in the rain was both a gift and a curse. I hadn't intended to let her see me, but when I noticed her stranded there, drenched and lost, I couldn't walk away. I took an umbrella from the shop and rushed towards her.
I could see the confusion and pain in her eyes, even if she hadn't spoken a word, a sob escaped from her lips made me shatter in the most painful way.
I wanted to hug her, to comfort her as I once had... but the truth held me back.
The truth...that I had no place in her life anymore.
Still, the scent of her perfume lingered in my memory, wrapping around me like a bittersweet ghost. I didn't know how to make it go away.
Maybe I didn't want it to. Never.
I closed my eyes, and against my will, memories of our past flooded in. That shy laughter, the sweet little moments... the silent promises we never dared to speak aloud.
Everything I had so carefully buried was now clawing its way back to the surface, making me feel raw, bare.
Did I just bring back a storm for her coming closer to her?What if her peace is again shattered by my presence? This is what I feared the most - to become the reason for her sorrow....again.
I glanced at my watch. It was 10 p.m., and she still hadn't returned home. My house came before her apartment, so I could usually see if she arrived safely or not. But tonight, there was nothing.
Anxiety gnawed at me. She was already wet when I gave her the umbrella. What if she caught a cold? She'd always been sensitive to the rain and careless about her health.
Unable to shake the worry, I got up from the bed and wandered into my small kitchen. I rummaged through the shelves, gathering ingredients for a remedy. A warm herb tea, the kind I used to make for her for colds, and some medicine.
