Mehreen and I. We were black and white.
It was the first conclusion anyone came to about us. It was evident, almost inevitable and always in the literal sense. Born in the same month, while I inherited a pale complexion of mother's, Mehreen was dusky, not due to genetics but because of premature birth and heavy medications that followed.
We were more than just different. Where she was given comfort in luxury, I satisfied myself with whatever I could attain. For she was fed with silver spoons and I could only wish for one. What she found brilliant, I did not, not that she knew. Her voice was loud, and always spoke her mind, while I couldn't and wouldn't dare. Her smiles contagious, mine fabricated at times. She saw the world as it could be, of better goods and I saw everything as it was, harsh truths. And while she was a dreamer, spontaneous and courageous, I was pragmatic, planned and careful.
Yes, Mehreen and I were black and white.
However from the little things we did have in common, a father was one of them. Our mothers had shared the same man, as wife and mistress respectively. They hated it but hated each other more. So predictions and expectations grew that we would see each other in the same light, of abhor, intolerance and disgust. She and I however became anything but that.
It begun when I first looked, really looked into her eyes despite of the reasons and rationality against it. And I saw reflections of pain. The very same, of being prejudiced of things out of our own control or anyone else's for the matter.
It wasn't long before she saw the same in mine and from then onward we became sisters, more than just of blood. We were two pillars, somewhat broken and fragile, but tilted and leaned against one another for support. For one without the other, both would tumble into just crumbles.
We built our own safe haven. Just the two of us.
However now, here I am. My knees on the ground. My wrists bruising and checks hurting. My eyes blotchy and puffed from the unending flow of tears. My body shaking. Where everyone in the room was staring, glaring, sneering and even shouting. At me. All I could do was to seek her.
Our gazes met and I saw agony in those sepia pair. More than ever before. Cold I became, of fright for she didn't see the pain, the confusion, the truth in mine. I knew that for what came next.
'' You did it Zehra, you just did it,'' It was wispy, raspy and cracked. "You took away my everything.'' It was all clear and heard by everyone.
'' I hate you.''
The air became still and I froze for her honest brutal finale. Then she left. She run away. Leaving me. Alone and unprotected.
Mehreen and I were two pillars, tilted and leaned against one another for support. She tilted away and I shattered into million pieces and more.
I broke.
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Author's Note:
To anyone who is reading until this point, thank you. Thank you for coming across this and taking your time reading this. I appreciate it.
This is my first ever story and hence also is my first time posting a story on a online public media, so I would love it if you could leave a response, be it a vote or a comment. As a new writer I accept and appreciate criticism as long as it's constructive.
A warning for this story. It will not be a typical romance where the leads will be in the center of attention all the time, this novel will involves a lot of lives and relationships and bonds, it's where love has much more meanings than just one. Nonetheless I hope it's enjoyable to all.
Copyright © 2015 T.F. Hasan
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