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You're The Right One

Hey guys. 👋

As highly requested by most of you, here's the part 2 to 'The right One'.

Please leave in the comments your opinions on it, cause I would really appreciate it. 😊

With lots of love,

Shanu 😙

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That day I came home, locked myself in my room and cried my eyes out. How could he do this to me? How could he make me this vulnerable? Even after all this time of me trying my best to forget him... why does he find some way to crawl back to my heart... this is so unfair... I knew... I have known from a long long time, that he was the right one for me... but why... can't I be the right one for him?

"So you're going to slack off Sunday too?" Shanu was obviously annoyed. It was the 3rd time in a week that I had rejected her invite to hang out with the group.

I knew by doing this I was only hurting myself but... I just couldn't get myself to be okay after seeing him... seeing him being so happy with some other girl... it drained all of the positivity out of me... there was no way I could have gone out in the conditions I was in, I looked like a living corpse, not that I cared but... I could not present myself like that infront of my friends, what would they have thought?

"Yeah... sorry, it's just that I have so many files that I have to re-arrange and boss is counting on me for it." I lied.

"Okay. I can't force you really, just don't starve alright? Take care of yourself."

Shanu was right... but why couldn't I? Did I really hate myself this much? To this extent... only because of some stupid guy...

He wasn't worth my love. He didn't deserve me.

Why couldn't I think like that? Why do I have to always take the blame... why do I think it's just my fault... for not being enough for him...

STOP. I slapped my cheeks with my hands. I couldn't continue being like this, I had to... go out... I needed some fresh air.

I looked at the clock, it was past 6PM and the sun was almost done setting. Great, it was better that it was dark so that no-one would have recognized me.

I didn't try to put on some make-up or do my hair, I really did not feel like making myself look good. Who was going to look at me anyways? I grabbed a random hoodie from my closet. Only after I wore it, I realized that it was actually one of his... I had some of his clothes with me, the ones he forgot to take back... I didn't call him to tell him about them either... maybe because I didn't want to face him again or... just maybe because I wanted to keep a piece of him with me as a memory.

I stared at myself in the mirror... I had lost so much weight... my body looked fragile and my face looked horrible with red, puffy eyes. I clutched the fabric of his hoodie I was wearing, I closed my eyes and took in the scent of it... it still had his smell, even if faintly... it felt as if he was there by me, maybe embracing me? His cologne, so sweet yet so masculine... the one which would make me go crazy, the one which would have never failed to make me want him...

Flashbacks of passionate, lust-filled nights ran through my mind, his fragrance strongest as ever in those moments... ah... how I missed his touch, his kisses... did he do those things with Ara too? Did his fragrance make Ara go crazy too? Did she love the way he showed his affection as much as I did? Did she treasure all of his kisses and hugs the way I did?

I chuckled weakly as I let go of the fabric of the hoodie.

How pathetic. You're hopeless.