My Blue Orange [COMPLETED]

Chapter 22

Up 5.15 a.m. thinking, packpackpack. 

I appear to have accumulated more things. How did this happen? I haven't shopped this much. Think my clothes have bred.  

There is always a sadness about packing. I guess you wonder if where you're going is as good as where you've been.  

After packing endlessly for god knows how long, I was done.
Tomorrow was our flight and I was super excited to see Zaki after a long while.

A knock on my door halted my steps to the bathroom.

'Done?', Zaid came inside and plumped on my bed.

'No. Stop me or I'll pack myself too.'

I heard his chuckle as I went to the bathroom to do my business.

When I came out he was snoring like a pig.

No I shouldn't have said that.

Okay so he was snoring and I just threw my shawl at his face that stirred his beauty sleep.

What?

Here I was packing from the dawn and he's sleeping in front of me like a ***.

'Yeah what? Don't pack yourself you'll die.', he jolted with disheveled hair.

'Wear something.', I screeched. 

He just scratched his chest and was now laying upside down. I opened the curtains to give space to the light. 

What time is it?

The sun smiling up in the sky.

I checked my phone and it screamed 1:30 in the noon.

What?

That was why my back was protesting.

His snores were boring nails in my head and I left the while closing the door with a loud thud purposely.

After Ordering the breakfast I scrolled down on my phone responding to the messages.

Something caught my eye in the notification bar.

I opened it and found a whole list of messages from an unknown number.

'Hi'

'How have you been?'

'I really miss you.'

'Well Zasha you're supposed to respond when someone texts you.'

And that last one doubled my pulse rate.

How the fu** did he get my number??

I felt the chandelier above my head swimming and slowly sliding down. I shivered at the thought of him. Images of our last encounter swam in my vision doing their best to blur my sight.

'Why that long face.'

I jumped at the voice and my phone slipped from my grasp on the floor breaking into millions of pieces.

'Hey what's wrong?', Zaid came rushing down the stairs and gripped my hands that I didn't know were shaking.

'Nothing.'

'No why are you crying?'

I wiped a hand on my face and felt wetness.

Shit.

Why am I crying?

'What is it Zasha?', he said cupping my face.

I just shook my head and looked down at the corpses of my phone.