Ehmel X Salar
"Get out of my life!" I spat. "Leaving you was the biggest mistake of my life, Ehmel. I'd rather die than live without you again," Salar's words were laced with desperation.
- Ehmel (the heartbroken one) is forced to confront her pas...
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As I strolled over to the poolside, completely wrapped up in my own chaotic thoughts and emotions, I really didn't expect my life to take such a wild turn. Like, seriously, my brain never shuts up. Ugh, why am I even thinking about the meaning of life when I just want a drink?
But then—whoosh! I totally lost my footing like a cartoon character slipping on a banana peel. Ugh, great! Really? Right now? My arms flailed around like they were trying to signal for help in a terrible movie! NO, NO, NO! Not now! Why is this happening to me?
My heart began to race, pounding loud enough that I was pretty sure the entire pool area could hear it. I was about to faceplant into the water, and let me tell you, that was not a cute look. My brain was like, What's going to happen? What's the worst that could happen? Spoiler: everything!
I squeezed my eyes shut, picturing everyone staring at me, whispering behind their hands. The shame, the humiliation, oh my gosh, the mortification! This is my worst nightmare coming true. I just wanted to disappear, vanish into thin air. Please, universe, grant me invisibility.
And then, like a knight in shining armor (or maybe more like a random dude who happened to be nearby), a hand grabbed me! Thank heavens! I'm safe!
I collided with a warm body—heaven help me! My head spun as I slammed into his broad chest. I was like, Great! Now I'm mortified and pressed against a stranger. But wait... that smell!
That familiar scent. His cologne. No way... Déjà vu much? I felt like I'd been in this exact situation before. Wait, it can't be him, can it? Not after all this time!
My heart was a traitor, skipping like a stone over a pond. No, not him. I shut my eyes tight, refusing to open them. Who would I see if I did? After all these years?
The memories flooded back, a tsunami of pain and heartache. Could it truly be him? The guy who shattered my trust, who broke my heart? The one I swore I'd never see again?
Ugh, Ehmel, stop it with the worst-case scenarios! Calm down! It can't be him – it's been years, my inner voice tried to reason.
But my heart knew. It gave a little jump, a terrified flutter. Please, please, please, don't let it be him.
Slowly, I opened my eyes—against my better judgment—and there he was. Salar. The one who'd punched a hole in my heart years ago. Seriously, could my life be any more embarrassing?
The one I never thought I'd encounter again. Why him? Why now? Of all the people in the world? He was there, holding me steady, his eyes wide with shock. He looks... good. Way too good. I could see the surprise on his face, a mirror image of my own.
Why? Why does my stupid heart still skip a beat when I see him? Salar's grip on my arms tightened.
"Ehmel," he whispered, his voice sending shivers down my spine. Oh, that voice. I haven't heard it in years.
