Hurt and Injured (DISCONTINUED)

True Love?

He knew, he saw it in my eyes.

Ahmad gently grabbed my hand and tool me into a private corner in the school. He then asked me:

Ahmad: Is something bothering you, Anika?

Anika: I'm fine Ahmad, it's ok. you really don't have to worry about me. I don't want you getting hurt, because of me.

Ahmad: Anika. you're too sweet to hurt someone. Please tell me, I might be able to help, and even if i can't help, at least you will feel relieved.

I then started crying, i was happy, i wanted to hug him. He cared.

I then told him everything that had ever happened to me, good, bad, EVERYTHING.

After i was finished he nodded, and said i was strong, and that Allah is there for me, i need to keep faith. The bell for classes then rung. I hated getting separated from him.

I then went home and though about everything that had just happened.

It was like a dream, a mirage, an illusion. So me, it was unreal.

From then on, we met every lunch in the courtyard, under the maple tree. We ate together, talked, i felt better.
But i still didn't tell him about my self harm. He saw it that day, but he thinks i stopped.

It's been 3 months since our first meet, i felt like i could tell him now.

His first reaction was calm, he was soothing and supportive.

2 weeks later, i completely stopped, i was too busy praying and reading the holy Quran, i needed help, from Allah the almighty. I was trying to make a decision, i asked Allah for help.

Its the last few days of school now, and Ahmad is getting ready for University. My heart was aching, i was nervous, and worried. I kept asking myself millions of questions.

Will i ever see him? Do i love him? Will he miss me? Can i live without him?

It was now lunch time, i waited patiently under the maple tree, but, today he didn't come.