Her And Him (Completed)

PARTNERSHIP

The next day brought about an incredibly awkward atmosphere.
I woke up with eyes that actually hurt from all the crying I did, feeling stupid for some reason.

I whipped my head to the right as I spotted some movement next to me.

What. The. Fuck.

Vidyut was sprawled across my right , in oblivious sleep.

I thought I had made myself clear to the prick last night.

Oh yeah. And cried into his shirt an hour later. Apparently that cancels out any firm message you might have got across earlier.

I jumped out of the bed, purposely banging into the wooden frame at his side.

No one fucking slept after I woke up.

No one.

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After a long luxurious bath, I got around to making some breakfast.

Recently I had shocked myself with the discovery that I could make some decent dosa and sambar, and so , today I decided to make just that.

I wolfed down 3 dosas. I then proceeded to burn a few for him, almost congratulating myself on my childishness.

He walked in abruptly into the kitchen area. I dropped the glass of water that I was holding.

The odd way in which his hair was sticking out from his bath had reminded me out of no where, of him.

Furiously willing my hands to stop violently shaking, I bent down to pick up the broken pieces. I felt so damn weak as I watched my hands take on a crazy life of their own, with the wild shaking.

After failing miserably to control it, and cutting myself twice, I decided to give up. I slumped against the kitchen cabinet, watching without really watching as he bent down and cleaned up the mess that I had created.

So darn weak.

That's me.

I had to get the fuck up and get on with life unless I wanted another breakdown.

Another display of just how weak and pathetic I was.

My left hand unthinkingly rested on my stomach, an old habit that had managed to survive all the years.

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Dressing in some clothes without even knowing what the hell I was doing, I flew out of the house.

The walk to work that usually took me a solid half hour was over in 15 minutes. It was as if someone was chasing me.

I walked into the lobby, shivering mildly despite the warmth I had generated from nearly running all the way.

The receptionist, Jax, a cute college pass out who I casually flirted with every day winked at me. I barely acknowledged him, choosing to instead glance behind me as if some mass murderer would walk in wielding an axe.

The fact that he looked a little stricken caused me to smile slightly, despite my solemnity.

I had managed to get a gay boy who was way younger to me to develop a little crush on me.

Walking into my little office, I walked into one of the chairs that sat facing my chair.

Cussing colorfully, I looked up to see Harry, my closest friend from office to raise an eyebrow at me.

"Great mood, huh?"

"Fuck off, Hairy. Don't piss me off right now."

"Seriously, grow up Veera. HARRY. How hard is it to call me Harry?"