Inexorable

Chapter 1: Confronted

"Obsessed? What do you mean I'm obsessed?" I accused, denying what I heard.

"I'm in love, God damn it. I've been in love with the the same girl since 16, since the day I first met her" I began explaining.

"Love and obsession are two different things, Mr Ali." Mrs Raylind replied.

"If you truly ever loved her, you would let her be. She is happy where she is now. It has been 2 years since your relationship ended. Don't you think it's time to move on?" She asked.

"I can't, I never will, she was mine to begin with and will be mine to end with. Only mind to wed with... Mine to bed with... It's just something you will never understand." I started to ramble.

"This kind of love I feel towards her, that passion, will never be understood by no one else expect for her. I was young and in pain, she saved me, she helped me, she cured me" I revealed, letting each word slowly fall off my tongue.

"Now that I'm without her, I'm lost. The pain she helped manage to take away, only came back, worse this time. I need her, I love her, I will get her, have her, she is mine." passion grew strong in my voice as I spoke.

"Well you're quite a poet, but got the looks of a rapper? Maybe your love can inspire you to become a song writer. Write out how you feel, your thoughts, maybe it can be your real therapy" Mrs Raylind decided.

" I don't need fucking therapy! I don't even know why or how I am here anyways!" I yelled furiously.

I placed my hands into fists and pounded at the table infront of me.

My breathing became less rapid, after a couple seconds of releasing my anger.

I let out deep breaths to soothe my frustration.

I slowly brushed my fingers through my hair.

"Wait, she's the one paying for these visits, isn't she?" I questioned, lifting my head up so that I could see Mrs Raylind.

"She wants you to get helped" Mrs Raylind spoke quietly.

"Helped? Doesn't she know she is the only one who can help me?" I argued, offended by what was said.

"Look, Mr Ali is you have to come into terms with reality. When you lose someone you love, your world stops, but life doesn't. You are in denial at the fact that you have an Relationship
obsessive–compulsive disorder. I will schedule an appointment for you next week." She instructed causally.

"Go ahead schedule as many appointment as you wish, I am not coming to these anymore, this is fucking bullshit!" I yelled dramatically.

I got up from the sofa and headed towards the door.

"If you ever truly loved her, you would do this for her, this is what she wants. she's happy with her life now, her life without you!" She called back at me.

I forced a fake grin at her egotistically before slamming the door behind me.

No one can understand me.

I'm not fucked up nor do I have any phycological issues, I'm just in love.

Farah was the only person who found a way through my outer shell, and towards my heart.

As she got my heart, she held it so tight, that it would seem crazy to think that she would ever drop it.

Except she did, then picked it back up, but not as quickly as I wished.

My heart mended the small wounds that were caused by her.

Yet, as soon as my heart healed, she crushed it in the palm of her fist, all in one motion, just like that.

I bled everywhere, my heart bled because of her.

However, all she did was wipe off my blood on her shirt.

Without a warning, she dropped my heart one last time, and left it to rot.

The stains of my love stayed on her, but she washed it all away too quickly.

Despite all the damage, my heart kept beating, somehow, although it could never be the same as it was before.

The only thing that remained the same about my heart, was its purpose.

It stayed beating for her.....