Aina
Friday, 12:45 pm
I lock myself in my room. I ignore everything - my friends, their texts & calls, my parents, and food. Sleep evades me, too. But, the tears don't stop flowing. It feels like a heavy stone is sitting on my chest and pressing me down. Time seems to have slowed down. Every minute without him, feels like a year. My eyes hurt, my heart hurts, my whole body hurts. Since I broke him. Since I broke myself.
I miss him. I miss everything about him, especially that smile which he reserved for me, those eyes which searched for answers in me, and those hands which felt like my safety blanket.
Every time I close my eyes and try to catch some sleep, I remember how my words had drained the light from Amaan's eyes. He had looked lost, empty and so helpless. I had hated myself in that moment. I had wanted to choke myself to stop those words from coming out. None of the things I said then had been true. But I had to. I needed to.
Because Amaan doesn't remember the bitter truths of his life. Of our lives. But I know some of it, now. And it's a harsh reality which is going to affect us. Once he faces the truth, he will never want to spend his life with me. He will hate me. So, it is better this way - to stop ourselves before both of us take the next step in our relationship.
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Friday, 10:00 pm
Asiya : How are you feeling? Did your headache go away? Are you still feverish?
Saturday, 08:30 am
Asiya: When are you coming over for the party? Did you talk to my brother? He is in a weird mood since yesterday.
Saturday, 04:15 pm
Asiya: I called you 8 times in the last 15 minutes. Why are you not replying? Aina, are you in trouble?
Saturday, 08:00 pm
Martino: Baby doll, where are you? Your prince charming is looking super hot. Come fast. We are all waiting for you.
Saturday, 09:45 pm
Asiya: You are not coming to the party, are you?
Sunday. 08:30 am
Asiya: What did you guys fight about? You could've showed up for me, at least.
Sunday, 10:00 am
Martino: What is going on with you? Why are you not replying to anyone? Just once..please let us know that you are okay.
Sunday, 12:45 pm
Asiya: Aina, please. Just tell me what's wrong. He won't tell me anything. He's not talking to anyone. Did you guys break up?
Sunday, 07:10 pm
Luca: Amaan was going to propose last night. The ring... he returned it to the jeweller.
Sunday, 10:30 pm
Martino: Whatever the problem is, can't you two solve it?
Sunday, 11:15 pm
Asiya: Why are you doing this to him? And yourself? And stop avoiding me.
Monday, 07:30 am
Asiya: I am here for you, Aina.
Monday, 09:00 am
Martino: Luca and I will care about you no matter what, baby doll.
Monday, 09:15 am
Luca: We are just a phone call away.
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Monday, 06:25 pm
I hear a knock on my door and look around my room. It looks like a tornado blew up in here - everything is in a mess. My step mom asks me to open the door. I get up from under the blanket and turn the knob to see him standing on the other side. He looks at me with so much concern that I almost stop breathing.
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