Winter's Last Stand {COMPLETED}

Chapter 22

I still remember the moment we met
The time we shared, I'll never regret

In spite of our love, I am painfully aware
That you're far gone and no longer there

Often I don't know what to do
So many nights I cried over you

To me it may not feel right
But at the end of the tunnel there is no light

You pushed and guided me to achieve
But in the end you'd just leave

I sit there and wonder, what went wrong
But I've got my friends to keep me strong

If you ever wonder why we're through
Just look in the mirror, because it's all on you

   

He used to wake up early in the morning and started his search. She didn't just left him, she left with his kid. He wasn't really happy about the idea of a baby in first place but now it felt like he needed one. 

He opened his closet to wear something and that's when his sight caught a glimpse of  something familiar. Something hurtful. Something... blue. Shirt that she bought for him long ago. The one he wanted tore away days was now in his hands and before he knew it was draped on his muscular frame.

The pattern was now changed. Daily he wore that shirt and was out on his search. Maid used to prepare his clothes every night but he didn't even drop his glance over them. She used to wash it daily. Months passed by, he was looking for her but couldn't find her.

'Its way too worn out for you to wear, you can wear this one', she said giving him some other blue shirt.

'Where is it, I need it.', he eyes were burning. She was Habiba, in her mid fifties, the only mother figure left in his world. She was the only one who was awarded with his respect.

'Baba, try and understand its collar is ripped.', she pleaded while watching a maniac on fire.

'I-- why is it torn...don't show me that.', he was now all raged up ready to pull his hair.

She gave up and gave him that ripped one, he examined. Yes it was really ripped. The seams had left the fabric menacingly.

He left with that shirt in his hand while draping something else on his form.

'He's being a total psychopath', she whispered to her self.

And later in the evening, she believed it when he came back with that same shirt, but new, draped on him while the former one and the one he wore in the morning were in his fists.

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He was in the mall looking for her. When his friend caught his sight. He called out but he didn't hear him. Later he tapped on his shoulder.

'Hey what're you looking for.', Umar asked in his casual tone and just then Dawood caught her glimpse.

He ran after her calling out her name. Umar saw him running after god knows what and followed him. Dawood saw her entering a shop and took his lead. She was definitely her. In his mind he prepared himself on what to say. He would shout at her for making him miserable. useless and whatnot. In just mere milli seconds he inflated his mind like a balloon. Preparing himself for everything.