↬Fareesa POV↬
No. This is a lie. He can't do this to me. He loves me.
"No!" I shrieked as my eyes filled up. He can't leave me.
I cried as tears swam in my eyes and I fell to the floor clutching the paper in my hand and crumpled it. I was crushed I could hardly breathe. My lungs burned as I tried desperately to cry and breathe normally.
It was a lie. This couldn't be true.
As if the denial spurred me into movement, I took the paper and tore it in half and half again till only small pieces of the paper were left.
I threw the pieces on the center table. I cradled my head between my knees as I wept. Tearing it didn't mean that he wasn't going to leave me. I kicked the table with my foot but it didn't budge so I kicked it again with all my strength.
That's what he has been hiding from me since days. I glared at my foot that was bleeding now but it didn't hurt at all. The pain in my foot was nothing compared to what my heart felt. A heaviness settled in my chest and I felt empty.
How had I grown attached to him in this short time? I didn't love him, did I? No. It was too soon for that.
But I had grown so used to him being in my life. I had grown used to waking up, preparing breakfast for him, his sudden affection, his voice, his jokes, his teasing. Everything in my life was about him now. If he even ignored me, I got so mad.
Was this fate? That he would die? That he would leave me and never come back? That he wouldn't be there sprawled across the bed with his arms around me whenever I woke up.
That's why I never wanted to get married. You grow attached to the person and they end up leaving you one way or another.
I hate my fate. It was going to snatch him from me.
A heaviness settled in my heart and it was eating me up.
When would he come home?
I needed to see him.
I hugged my knees as the coldness of the floor seeped into my body and left a chill.
My tears wouldn't stop flowing.
Asher, where are you? Please don't leave me.
I had never felt more shattered. My body felt so numb. My throat was too raw with pain and sobs raked through my body.
Suddenly, I heard the door open.
He was home!
I tried to get up but my foot hurt so much that I fell back on the floor.
I waited for him to come to the lounge. His presence felt so reassuring. I wiped my tears away with the back of my hand and sniffed.
I heard his footsteps going towards the bedroom. I heard the click of the lock and my heart fell.
He knew I was home today yet he didn't come to look for me. He wanted me to get used to his absence. He was actually going to leave me.
More tears spilled when I thought about that.
"Fareesa?" I heard his voice calling my name. My heart beat faster with just that. "Where did you put my clothes? I can't find them."
That's why he was calling me? Anger coursed through me. Was that what I meant for him?
He didn't really want me. He just needed me.
More tear spilled down my cheeks as I came to this realization.
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We Belong Together
DuchoweFareesa Dasti is a reckless, bold, gregarious, stubborn yet sweet and sympathetic, 19-year-old girl studying Calculus at the Nobel University. Yet when it comes to her looks and outward appearance she is very self-conscious. Ashar Ali, son o...
