The sky upholstered clustered forms of grey clouds, the impact rushing cloaked and fur sheathed silhouettes to jog to their destinations. The last victim ran across the rutted pavement, feeling droplets hit his skin, ruthlessly.
A tall figure shrouded in a frayed, black hooded jacket stood watching the scene, adjusting his forehead upon the glacial windowpane. Small pellets of rain pounded against it and although he couldn't feel the wetness of the rain, it drummed in beats upon his furrowed face. It was a rhythm he couldn't assimilate within its amplifying pitter-patter.
A week had gone by in a flash.
Rayhan visited the hospital almost thrice a day, in the mornings, during his break and just before visiting hours were over. He witnessed a massive drop in the number of customers visiting the bakery, as they witnessed the closed sign every three hours or so in the middle of the day. Money never mattered to him. He just couldn't afford to lose his best friend again.
Abdullah was on the road to recovery and as he opened his eyes almost 6 days ago, he sought solace in Rayhan's comfort. They needed time to catch up and they made a solemn promise never to leave each other's side, no matter how tough it would get.
Although, Rayhan failed in averting constant thoughts invading his mind about her.
Hayat seemed so distant. She didn't want to meet his gaze or even talk to him. In fact, whenever she saw him cut the corner, she would turn in the opposite direction and walk away.
Something was up.
He closed the door with a loud thud, before throwing himself on one of the hard wooden chairs.
'Eat, now.' Rayhan drily gestured to Abdullah.
His frail fingers traced the wet plastic bag that held a chunky piece of cold bread. He'd been eating that for a good week now and he was starting to feel sick of it. He craved his meat. Succulent, juicy meat.
'How's Hayat?' Abdullah asked, inbetween morsels.
He just had to ask that.
'How the hell am I supposed to know?' Rayhan closed his eyes, lifting his head up to the ceiling.
'Jheeze, I'm only asking a question.'
'She's avoiding me.' Rayhan let out a sigh, he didn't know why she had suddenly taken an interest in him and now, she would pretend as if he hadn't even existed.
'How do you know that?' Abdullah almost laughed at him; he was so sensitive.
'It's obvious.' Rayhan glanced at Abdullah's shaky hands as he put the food to his mouth.
'Talk to her man.'
'About what?' Rayhan raised an eyebrow at his friend.
'Tell her how you feel.' Abdullah answered plainly, looking as if he was struggling to swallow that piece of bread.
How the hell would he be able to do that? She looked as if she had regretted ever meeting him.
'And how will that help? She'll probably think I'm some pervert.' Rayhan let out a strained laugh, pushing himself further into the chair with his fists tightening in his jacket pockets.
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Last Sacrifice | #Wattys2018
Romansa'I can't stop.' His voice was husky and his breath, ragged. He backed her up against the wall, the warmth of his breath penetrating her ears and his lips lightly brushing against the soft skin of her earlobe. She closed her eyes, sucking in her bo...
