Us

Chapter 2: He started talking

I was a bit struck at that moment. It shouldn't amaze me but it did and once again, there he sat, knew exactly what was going on in my head and came out straight forward like a bullet.
'I had a fight with her.'
'Again?'
'Big one, this time'
'You'll figure it out somehow. You always do.'
'I hope.' My expressions got duller by the second. He did not reply. The room fell in deep silence.
Ali came closer to me and without breaking the silence, he hugged me. A much needed hug, I needed someone who can bear it with me. I did not realise when did I start crying.
'Oiiii, Ammar, be a man, I know it is hard and she may have hurt you this time, bad but it's okay.'
I did not speak. Instead, kept on whimpering slowly. I was hoping he'd say more and he did.
'You'll both end up marrying together you know ,that is what will happen, just you wait, all is well that ends well, right?'
He held me by the shoulders and pushed me back a bit and his eyes were locked onto mine.
There was always this light of hope flickering in his eyes that gave me the courage and made me feel strong.
I just realised I cried and will be looking like a fucking desperate donkey. I pushed him back and went to the washroom and looked myself in the mirror. 'How easy it was to push him. He was lighter than air metaphorically speaking.'
I thought. Look at me. My eyes were already swollen. My nose was bright red. Am I a fucking Santa's reindeer? 'Man up dude', I encouraged myself. I washed my face and wiped it from a towel hanging back at the door of the washroom. I opened the door to go back and give Ali some company, must have let him down too. But God no he deserves to die this asshole....just as I opened the bloody door I nearly had a heart attack. Literally, I'd be having a funeral tomorrow if it wasn't for my young heart. This asshole was standing right in front of the door with lights of the room turned off with a torchlight holding close to his face. I mean, come on it really did scare the soul out of me. Huh as if his face was not enough to do that.
Lol.
That helped me. I did not feel it at the moment.
It distracted me from the situation and I laughed like a baby as I punched his head.
Ali had a satisfied look on his face now. He grabbed me by my hand and lead me to the roof. I know, Ali, I know where the roof is. It is my home, our home.
Under the night sky we stood, the moon was shy today. It was dark up here. My roof had no walls around and yes you'd die if you fell down and yet we loved to sit by the edge of it, below our feet was nothing, we just sat there looking up with our feet hanging in the air.
It was a cold night. The wind was gently blowing and the stars filled the sky.
Amidst all this, I did not realise Ali was gonna be Ali today. He was gonna cry his mind out literally. He was gonna tell me stories, that I thought will 'remain' stories. All his words that looked like a fairytale to me, I did not know that soon those words will not remain stories anymore. What he said, each and every word is going to turn into a truth magically as if he had seen the future already, as if he had travelled the time and seen it all. I did not realise this back then, I do now, what he told me long ago, I lived it through in the same way he predicted it to be, not even a slight detail is changed. I don't know what to call it but a miracle or just Ali being Ali and after a while after staring into the sky, 'he started talking.'

Author's note:
I really don't like to write long chapters. Sorry for that. Well the actual story really begins from here. Keep reading. ;)