Words Apart

Part 8

Musa's POV:

And as soon as those words left my mouth, I almost instantly wanted to retract them back. I couldn't believe it myself. What had I done? I was gradually breaking the only soul worthy of loving and now I've completely destroyed her.

I looked down at her as she sat on the floor, all curled up. She was sobbing so much. My heart was throbbing. I can't believe I'm the reason behind her hurt. I wanted to hold her, I wanted to tell her it'll be okay. But how will it? It was unfair on her.

I thought back to the night. I remember it vaguely. I remember going with my mates. They were hesitant on going to a club, I refused several times but finally gave in. What on earth was going through my mind? I just had an argument with Inayah that night and I wanted to forget it. I wanted to forget the hurt. I kept giving in to my friends commands, and after the second drink it was all just a blur. I remember walking out of an apartment. My hair was scruffy, my top creased. I was ashamed.

What was I meant to say to her? Was I meant to do something? I tried grabbing her hand but instead she resisted.

She looked at me. She didn't say a word. Her eyes were red, her cheeks were stained in tears and her mouth was quivering. It felt like she wanted to say something, but her tears kept stopping her in her tracks. Instead, she brushed right past me, got her keys and walked out.

I let her walk out. I let her go. She won't leave me. She just needs space, I thought. How wrong was I?

Inayah's POV:

I had no idea what to say. In that instance I wanted to be numb. I didn't want to feel a thing. But I kept on feeling. My heart was broken. My eyes were swollen.

He didn't say a thing after that either. He just sat there. Looking at me with pity in his eyes. I had to convince myself to get up. I couldn't let him get to me this way. He's already done enough damage I thought.

It took all my strength and a hell of a lot of courage to get up off the floor and look him in the eyes. I was searching for remorse. I was searching for love. But all I could see was, someone I was no longer proud to call mine. I almost said something. I almost did. But oh how these tears kept chugging at my cheeks. I brushed straight past him, I grabbed my keys. I grabbed my phone. And I walked out.

Where am I going to go? What am I going to do? I have no idea. All I know is I want to be out of here.