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"What are you doing here?" he asks me, his eyes raking over my drenched body and widening. Instantly, he opens the door further, allowing me to slip inside and grab a towel from somewhere, handing it to me.
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I don’t even realise I’ve said it.
The words just fell out of my mouth like they’d been waiting there all along — I’ve been in love with you for almost ten years.
It wasn’t planned. God knows, I didn’t mean for it to happen like this — amidst crumbling truths and shattering hearts. But the moment she looked at me, the moment I saw her breaking, I couldn’t hold it back.
And now… now she’s gone.
Still on my knees, I stay frozen. The air feels thick, like I’m choking. Like I’m breathing in shards of glass instead of oxygen.
The silence in the room is deafening. It rings in my ears louder than any scream ever could.
She left.
She walked away from me. And I didn’t follow.
Because she made me promise. Because she asked me to prove that I ever loved her… by letting her go.
My fingers claw at the edge of the chair next to me, nails digging into the leather until it creaks. But it doesn’t help.
The ache is still there.
Deep in my chest, gnawing, clawing, screaming.
I hit my chest once. Twice.
Maybe if I hit hard enough, it’ll stop. Maybe the pain will lessen.
But it doesn’t. It only grows.
Her face — that look in her eyes — it keeps replaying in my mind like a cruel film on loop. That disbelief. That heartbreak. That doubt whether any of it between us was real.
And God, I’ve never wanted anything more in my life to be real.
“I meant it. It was real,” I whisper hoarsely to no one. “Every damn second of it.”
I hit my chest again.
“I love her.”
And again.
“I ruined it.”
The door bursts open behind me but I don’t care. I’m still hitting at my own chest when I hear a voice — panicked, trembling.
“Aayansh?!”
Papa.
Before I can even lift my head, he’s beside me on the ground, hands on my shoulders, shaking me gently. He grabs the water from my desk and forces it into my hand.
