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— 𖤐 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐇𝐀'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕 :
Everything felt like a hazy blur, like I was walking through a fog.
I don't know how I managed to pull myself out of that dark hospital storeroom and make my way to my parents' house.
When I arrived, they were happy to see me, but their joy quickly faded as they took in my condition and the fact that I had shown up at such an unusual hour, just before dawn.
My hair was a wild mess, my clothes were crumpled and disheveled, and my eyes and face were puffy and red from crying.
Papa's expression darkened with fury as he saw me like this, convinced that Zayran must have done something terrible to me. If only he knew the truth.
I lied, telling them we had an argument, that I had gotten mad at him and decided to stay with them for a while. Papa didn't look convinced at all, and Mom's gaze was filled with suspicion, but they let it go, at least for the moment.
I numbly stood under the cold shower for what felt like forever, trying to wash away the pain.
When I finally got out, I threw on a black hoodie, not bothering to dry my hair, leaving it damp as I plopped onto the bed on my stomach, burying my face in the pillow as fresh tears began to spill.
Just then, I heard a gentle knock on my bedroom door, and Mom entered, balancing a tray of food in her hands.
I immediately straightened up, hastily wiping my face with the long cotton sleeves of my hoodie and sniffing.
"Look what I brought you—your favorite food." Mom said, settling in front of me on the bed and placing the tray between us.
I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, desperately trying to keep the tears at bay.
The sight of the tray filled with my favorite chicken noodles and a fizzy cherry soda makes my heart ache.
Zayran always cooked my favourite food for me whenever I was sad and tried to lift my mood silently.
I miss him already. I miss him so damn much.
The ache in my chest tightens, and a choked sob escapes my trembling lips.
"Hey, hey, what's wrong, baby?" My mom quickly sets the tray down on the bedside table and pulls me into her warm embrace. Instinctively, I wrap my arms around her waist, burying my face deep into her comforting chest.
"M-Mumma... it hurts... so much... I can't." I manage to choke out between my hiccups, feeling utterly lost.
"Shhh, it's okay! Arguments and fights happen between every couple. It doesn't mean it's the end. Everything will be fine, I promise." She whispers softly, her hand running through my damp hair soothingly.
I look up, searching her eyes. "M-Mom, am I a terrible person? I don't deserve happiness, do I?"
"You are my sweetest baby, and you deserve everything good in this world and more." She kisses my forehead softly.
