Always Is Not Forever (Breaking Myself - Part II)

15. The One Where I Date

"Are you sure I look good?" I voiced my doubts to the phone. On the other end, Nisha laughed for the third time. "Don't laugh," I whined, picking the rest of dresses from the bed.

She didn't understand how important it was for me to look good because I wanted to impress Kabir and show him that in my sickness, I wasn't too much of a burden. I had no idea how he forgave my foolish behavior every single time.

From past two nights, we were having too much drama in our lives and it was affecting me too much, pushing me to edge again and again. I had no idea how would I explain it to him, explain the things going through my mind, the demons conjuring it again while I strived to put them at the back of everything.

It was like reliving everything, all at once.

"You look beautiful," She replied. "He's going to love it. By the way, where you both are going?"

"I don't know." I grabbed the black wedges from the cupboard. "Heels or wedges."

"Wedges. Heels will hurt your ankle for a long time," She replied instantly. "Your collection of heels and wedges has increased. Care to tell?"

"Have you seen your brother's height?" I asked dryly. "It's difficult to kiss him then."

"Oh, there will be kissing," She teased. "What else will be there on the plate? Good thing your zipper in on the back. Easy to remove. Did you wear good stuff beneath?"

"Even if he's your brother, you have no shame." Chuckling, I locked the wardrobe.

"I ignore that fact. You're my only best friend and I deserve to know each inch of your love story," She ordered. "When was the last time you kissed?"

"After dropping you."

"Hot make out?"

"Damn hot," Grinning, we both chuckled. "It feels good." I stared at myself in the mirror. "Talking boys with you. I never did that."

"I love it," She said softly. "It feels as if I'm really your best friend."

"You thought you weren't?" I inched my hands to close the makeup things placed on the table. I should've called Kriti to help me with it, rather than opening Youtube and learning how to do this. I had spoiled too much of it. If Misha would be here, she would've screamed at me.

Misha.

It felt like I didn't have any sister now.

Should I call her?

Tomorrow. I would call tomorrow.

"Don't mind but you never shared things." I tensed. "I was always the chatterbox, and you would stay silent like you were bothered with me."

"I wasn't," I said softly. "I was just-"

"Depressed? Your past did reveal everything to me. I'm sorry for judging you. And leave this thing, you have a date. Your first date. Excited?"

I rolled my eyes. "Kabir is mad. I've gone with him several times."

"But this will have special things. Huh, I never thought Kabir could be romantic." Then you had no idea what he could do and how many surprises he had in his pocket. "I've to go. Mom's medicine time. She always forgets them."

"How's she?"

"Better than before," She replied quietly. "Dad doesn't even let her move. Kabir was right. Parents romance sickens you."

At least you get to see that. All I had seen was fights, violent fights that shook me too much to even talk to them.

"Bye." She cut the call, and I placed the phone on the table, checking myself for the last time.