Unknown to the Person I Am

Azmia

Morning comes once again. She lays in her bed letting the sun hit her. Aadya wishes she could die. But for some reason she can't die. She tried, but her body won't accept it. Or maybe she's just scared to die. Aadya just lays there thinking, but a knock on the door interrupts her thought. 

She freezes. Who could it be. She talks to no one in this city. 

She slowly get up, clutching on her blanket and makes her way to the door. She looks through the peephole and is surprised of who came. She unlocks the lock and opens the door. "Azmia." Aadya says.

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Azmia sits on the couch, while Aadya stands across from her. A coffee sits in front of Azmia. Aadya may be in silence watching Azmia, bu she knows her house manners.

They both stay in silence, but instead of Azmia speaking, Aadya spoke. 

"How did you find me?"

"Took me a while, but I did follow the reporters."

Aadya nods her head, "Why are you here?"

"I wanted to see if you were okay." She then takes a sip of the coffee.

Aadya's taken back of her words. She wanted to see if she was okay? Why? 

"Why?" Aadya asks.

Azmia looks at her and sets the coffee down, before speaking. "You're interesting. I went back to the coffee shop, but you weren't there and when I found out you were on the news I worried. So I came to see if you were okay."

"Why now?"

"I figured you were already overwhelmed with dealing with all of this and that you were probably with loved ones."

Aadya looks down, "I wish," she whispers.

"What?" Azmia asks.

"Nothing." Aadya says, but it was obvious to Azmia that it wasn't nothing.

Azmia gets up and makes her way to Aadya. She places her hand on her shoulder and her other hand on Aadya's cheekbone. "You can tell me."

"Why would I tell you?" Aadya asks as she looks into Azmia's eyes.

"Cause I'm here. I'm not going till you're okay."

Aadya looks at her and pushes away Asmia's hand on her cheekbone, but she clutches onto it. "Okay."