Broken

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----Samhita's POV----

I left from there in broken pieces.

I can't believe that just happen. I got home and literally broke down so much.

Someone started ringing the doorbell like crazy. It was probably Aiman.

I wiped my tears and went to get it.

I opened and immediately I was pulled into a hug.

"Can't breathe!!" I said.

"Sh*t sorry,"Atif said. "You okay?"

I nodded as we walked in.

"I'm not talking about that. I found out..."he was saying but I interuppted him.

"I'm fine. I swear," I said.

"Don't lie to me,"he said.

"I'm not," I said.

"You must be missing them a lot today," he said.

I nodded.

"I miss them everyday, but today just broke me. I don't want to be something that people can relate to in a negative way," I said.

"Just forget about him. He's gone crazy," he said referring to Shehry.

"Easier said then done. I know what Trisha is going through right now. If he tells her that he can't be with her because of that...I don't even know what I'll do," I said.

He didn't even say anything. Wasn't even looking at me.

"Just warning him," he said looking up from his phone.

I laughed at that.

"I'm a mess," I sighed.

"You can be mess. That's nothing to be ashamed of. Messes can be cleaned up or they can be left alone. But they're beautiful either way. They're like art, in fact they are art. It just takes the right person to see the beauty in them," he said.

I just couldn't help but smile at that.