Indifferent

We meet again

What goes around.....comes around- justin Timberlake

December 7 2023

On average, a person at rest takes about 16 breaths per minute. This means we breathe about 960 breaths an hour, 23,040 breaths a day, 8,409,600 a year.

Hence, today I, as far as I know, I have breathed 134,553,600 and counting.

It's my birthday today,my sweet sixteen. I was never really the type of girl who looked forward to this day. I mean I'm turning 16, nothing big. Everyone who I loved and loathed was invited. Loathe seems a bit harsh but yeah, some people really have been taking my kindness for weakness these past 16 years.
Even him

The pandemic just simmered down the most it was in the past 4 years and I wanted everything to be a new start.
I knew inviting him was a mistake but it was a regretless one.

He was Sylas', my brother,Bestfriend. He and my brother have been best friends since 9 years and it's their 10th anniversary on February the 10th.

As everyone started coming into the room, I got occupied by my friends. I only knew the people from my school but my father insisted I talk to others too and make some connections myself for the sake of my future.

My future being the future CEO of "Sheikh Industries and Co." I'm starting there as an intern for 3 month during my summer holidays to make sure I'm even still interested and can handle the burden.

I got occupied and forgot about him being at my birthday party today until...

My eyes were laid on a devil dressed as an angel. He wore a black T-shirt and black ripped jeans. His hair styled upwards. He was moving towards me but I got lost in the crowd before he could spot me.

I know he saw me during the cake cutting but I wasn't bothered.  MAYBE I was. Just being under his stare can break me. Or anyone for that matter.

As everyone started eating I sat with my parents so he couldn't approach me.

All my schemes of ignoring him failed when Sylas brought him with to me.

He doesn't know what happened in Australia.

Or maybe that asshole told him but Sylas would've gone crazy if he'd found out.

"Um........hi..Happy birthday Rumysa", he stuttered. He was nervous. Oh God he was nervous. Why the hell was he nervous?

My thoughts were interupted by Sylas' footsteps walking away.

"Hey could you", I tried to complete my sentence but he was already lost on the crowd.

Jasim handed me his gift and I returned him a shy smile. I opened it and saw Polaroids. Polaroids!! Oh God. The camp, the trip, the incident. I love and hate Linda for capturing our every movement. Bitch placed cameras everywhere expect in a cave Ahmed, me, Helen and Jasim found near by.

"If this is one of your ways to shame me-" I say but am cut off.

"No, no it's not those, we burnt them remember."

"Yeah like I can trust you." I mumble under my breathe.

I saw the polaroids, thankfully they were from the bonfire and other stuff and sceneries.

I gave a sigh of relief.

"Uhm..I hoped you liked the present I know this isn't much.."

"No! This is just fine. Infact this is the best gift I have received." I look at my gift smiling, reminiscing the memories, in fact the best memories, I've made.