Melancholy

Fight!!

Vern Vincent

It's been few weeks now. And our drama is going on quite well. But we fight a lot nowadays. Two weeks ago my uncle passed away, so I was out the whole week. But Kiaan kept calling me making sure I was fine.

I don't know why the fuck is he doing that. He is my fake boyfriend, why is he caring like a real one? Oh god! I should control these feelings. Why do I miss his voice? Why the fuck do I miss his embrace? Lord help me!!

I as usual met him at the same place. He cuddled me more. I know it's to prove them we are dating. I took out his phone which was kept right beside him, opened the camera.

"Come, let's take a picture" I raised my hand to take a selfie. He looked towards me, and the next thing he did was pull the phone away from me.

"No pictures!" He grinned.

"But why? What's wrong in taking a picture?"

"Mind your business"

"What the fuck? What's wrong with a picture? You are over exaggerating."

"What's your fuckin problem? why the fuck can't you get it clear in your head no pictures specifically means no pictures." He screamed, pushing me away. Breaking both our bracelet and letting me fall on the ground, he walked away.

Myra and Richard came running to help me, and the rest ran towards Kiaan.
Ahh... Why? Why is he so irritating?  I pulled away myself from them and ran home.

"Aww.. someone is feeling bad?" I was stopped. I looked around to see Ava smirking at me. "Awww... Baby... Your boyfriend ditched you? That's so sad baby. Go home and cry cause your boyfriend will be with me tonight"

Tears rushed out. Anger, disappointment, pain everything came out with those tears. I didn't speak a word, I ran back as fast as possible. As soon as I entered my room, I felt my bed calling me, I laid down.
I didn't know why this was affecting me so much. Just a fight for a picture had disappointed me. And why did Ava's words hurt me so much. I know he still likes her, so what's wrong with him being with her? Why does this hurt me? Why can't I get this straight into my head that what I feel for him is not the same with him?.
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I walked down the stairs, but my parents talking about my dead uncle disappointed me more. I walked out of the house. I went and sat on the same bench in the park, where I usually sit when I'm sad.

"I'm sorry" I heard the same muscular deep voice.

"No! Don't be I'm upset for something else"  I told him honestly and turned the other side to hide my tears. Suddenly I felt something on my hand. I turned towards Kiaan to face him putting a bracelet on my hand. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Oh. Oh. Oh. Calm down its just a bracelet."

"But why?"

"Because I'm sorry!"

"But I don't need it"

"I'm not asking you."

"Your so annoying"

"Thank you!"

"Wait...." I looked through the bracelet again.
Why does this look so similar?

"Oh.. come on, don't think so much. Yes! It's that one which u wear every time." I raised my eyebrows. "And the one I wear usually, which I broke. I'm sorry" he took a deep sigh

Wtf!!! Is he serious? Did he make it? How did he...

"Yes! I made it. I made it with my own hands."

Is reading my mind?

"No I'm not"

"What the actual fuck?"

"You are so predictable."

"Yeah.. whatever." I rolled my eyes

"Okay listen up. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for pushing you, scolding you and walk passing you like that. I know I had to not react like that. This is all because of this stupid phone." He pulled out his iPhone from his pocket and threw. I gasped

"What the fuck are you doing? Are you serious? It's your iPhone." I exclaimed.

"Shhh... We don't need it. I know we fight a lot, we are acting as a couple. But you are my friend, and I cannot hurt you like that." He cupped my cheeks. I instantly calmed down at his touch. He walked away towards his phone and broke it completely. I chuckled a little. But I knew he had to not do that. When he came back and sat next to me, I saw the similar bracelet on his hand. I shook, and chuckled a little.
"Concert this weekend, wanna join?" He asked

"Hmm... I don't know. I'll let you know"

"I don't care. You are coming and that's final." He ordered, and dug is hand into his pocket. "Here, these are yours." He handed me the passes of the concert.

"Indian music gala." I read out. "Indian music gala?" I questioned him.

"Yes! Few beautiful hindi songs, with so many varieties like.."

"Like disco, Hindustani, Carnatic, pop, romance, emotional." I interrupted him by reading all the varieties. He laughed shaking his head at my childish behaviour. " Are you singing?" I asked. He nodded. Then,we spoke for a while, before I got back home.

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