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Mithila.
I sat paralysed by her bed, my hand now void of hers, and looked at her, my mouth hanging open. Jesus Christ. Was I being selfish if I blamed Amyra for all of this? I mean, she was the one who said she didn't want to see me anymore. She was the one who denied feeling anything similar to what I felt. She called me a coward. I sat speechlessly on the small stool, and stared down at my shoes again, opening and closing my feet. Open, and close. Open, and close. Open, and close. My movements were cut short by the sound of Amyra scoffing, and I looked up, my eyes meeting hers once again.
"You're not gonna say anything?" she asked, rolling her eyes.
"What do you want me to say Amyra? What do you expect from me? an apology? for what? An apology for saying what I feel, an apology for falling in love with you, an apology for ignoring you because you said you didn't need me anymore? For 'leaving' you, for 'betraying' you? Or for the fact that I finally moved on? The fact that I can't live upto your expectations? Is that it? I'm sorry I couldn't live upto your expectations, Amyra Malik. But if you hurt me not once, but twice, and expect that I'll still hang around you, and wait for you to love me back, then you're wrong,"
I stood up from my seat, and picked up my bag that was on the floor and walked towards the door; "I shouldn't have come here; the fact that I left my own parents, on the verge of death, to come to you, just so you can tell me off again, is disgusting. Don't try to contact me, Amyra. I won't answer back. This is the last time you'll see me, for a while. Forever, even. Goodbye."
I walked out the door, and his brother stood up, walking towards me, "So, you both good?" he asked, his hand on my shoulder. "Ask her." And I walked out of the hospital, leaving Amyra and my feelings for her, behind.
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I had been driving for over 5 hours, until I finally gave up on getting home early and stopped the car at a hotel down the road. I was way too drained from today's events, and all I wanted to do was sleep. I booked a room, the cheapest I could see, and walked into the elevator, looking at my room number again; 301.
I pressed the button, and leaned back against the wall, closing my eyes. The elevator stopped on my floor and I walked out, dragging my back behind me, drained; emotionally and physically. I push the card in its slot, and push down the handle, letting the door open all the way on its own. I was instantly hit by the smell of lemongrass and vanilla, and I almost gagged at the disgusting combining smell. Gross. I dove my hand into my bag and pulled out my perfume, spraying some around the room, inhaling the amazing smell. I sigh out in content and drop my bag on the floor, falling onto the bed and let out a groan. Hitting a soft bed after hours of sitting in plastic chairs felt so good, I almost cried from relief. I reached over to my side and turned off the lights, pulling the covers over myself and closing my eyes; not regretting a single word I said today.
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I can't sleep. I had been awake for the past three hours. I fiddled mindlessly with my hands, before giving up and picking up my phone. I unlocked the screen and scrolled over until I found the app I had been looking for; Instagram.
I scrolled though Instagram for a while, until I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore, and finally fell asleep, my phone in my hand, and my other hand over my eyes. Pretty sure I dropped my phone later.
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Author's note.
I can already sense everyone frowning on this pathetic chapter fdkdskssk
I'm sorry for this chapter, but I'm trying my best to end this story, because I have so many more plots in mind and I have literally no other platform to share them on. I also know that the story seems rushed, but I promise there'll be some surprise for you guys at the end. I love you the very most, and I'm so glad that you all read my story. Once again, Please, please give me feedback. Not getting feedback on my writings does get a little annoying, because literally nobody else will tell me what I'm doing wrong.
I'll thanks everyone who's been voting and commenting actively on this story, as well. You guys are the best readers. Thank you for supporting me, guys. My love for you all is endless. The ending is already planned as well, as I said, and I'm not making any changes in it anymore, because I love being that person who makes y'all suffer 🤪
I love you.
Ananya.
