When they're rivals in academics, leadership, sports, EVERYTHING and she asks
"Why is it me? Why do you always single me out?"
And He replies:
"Because you're the only person worth paying attention to"
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As I make my way back to my dorm, my mind is a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. I can't help but wonder what had come over me during that encounter with Aryan Arora. I walk quickly, hoping deep down that he'll call out to me from behind, but I know that it's hopeless. What can we do now? The damage has already been done.
As I enter my dorm, my body feels heavy with guilt and confusion. I know I need to get my thoughts together before dealing with anything else. Maybe a shower will help clear my mind.
I step into the bathroom, stripping off the clothes I was wearing and tossing them into a corner. I turn on the water, adjusting the temperature to a warm, comfortable setting before stepping into the shower.
The steam from the hot water fills the bathroom quickly, causing the mirrors to fog up. I stand under the shower head, letting the hot water cascade over my body and soothe my tense muscles.
My mind is a mess as I stand under the shower stream, overwhelmed with thoughts and uncertainty. What do I do now? What do I say to Aryan when I see him tomorrow? Will things ever be normal between us? And what should I even eat for dinner, since my appetite seems to have vanished along with my will to think clearly.
The hot water continues to pelt down on me, the temperature becoming almost unbearably warm. But despite the discomfort, I just stand there, the water streaming down my body like teardrops. Strangely, I feel detached, like the heat and the water have washed away all my emotions along with it.
The heat of the water and the steam in the room make it difficult to tell whether it's water or tears that are rolling down my face. As much as I try to deny it, I know in my heart that there are teardrops falling from my eyes, but I refuse to acknowledge them.
I reach up and run my hand through my wet hair, pushing the dark strands back and away from my face. The gesture is almost automatic, done more out of habit than any conscious thought.
I stand there, still and silent, as I let the water continue to wash over me. I can't help but feel numb inside, like all the emotions and thoughts have been drained out of me with the water.
The bathroom is completely silent except for the sound of the water as it continues to fall down on me. For a moment, I just stand there, staring at the wall in front of me, my mind and body both numb and empty.
I stand there in the shower, the hot water beating down on me like a punishment for all my mistakes. But still, I don't move. I just stand there, motionless and silent, as the tears continue to fall from my eyes.
I'm jolted out of my reverie as I suddenly snap back to reality. I realize that I've been standing in the shower for way too long, letting the water run over me without even really feeling it.
I step out of the shower and walk over to the wash basin in front of the mirror. I look at my reflection, my wet hair sticking to my face and my eyes red and puffy from crying.
