13th september, 2017
smoke floated out from the end of a lit cigarette.
sabir khan looked out from his bedroom's window. what he saw was rain falling on the streets of east london. it was nighttime... well, it was 4 am, so it was more like morning and cars scurried on the roads, producing their characteristic screech.
so this girl - mara (damn, he didn't even know her full name but it wasn't like she knew his and so they were even) seemed interesting. her profile on tumblr claimed that she had depression, schizophrenia and that she was a pathological liar.
she could be a breath of change in his life, he supposed.
he wondered what had she lied about to him. her identity? her age? really, he wasn't in any position to guess but could it be that she was lying about her illnesses?
she certainly didn't sound schizophrenic.
but then, did he sound anxious and psychotic?
mara whatever-her-last-name-is was an equation he needed to solve...
...and maths was his favourite subject.
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Short Story❝she really doesn't like rambling with strangers online...but this...this one is a tad bit different.❞ this is an anthology of calls, texts and feelings of a girl and a boy separated by almost 4000 miles. who knew geographic facts could prove to be...
