Twelve Weeks of You

Week Eleven

Week Eleven

Rooman took a sip from his whiskey each time Karna took a t-shirt out from the cupboard. The metallic doors of the cupboard groaned in protest but both the men ignored it. He liked this drinking game that he had invented for himself, a mourning party of one. Karna eyed him suspiciously each time he drank, he would chuckle as if a ghost was talking to him. So much like Hamlet.

He almost didn't want to leave Rooman here but with the mess in his head was spreading like a plague, he could barely spell a word much less take care of him.

He hated how he was, how helpless he became in his mind that he could barely remember to breathe himself. Karna knew this was his first curse, the one where he was forced down a hole in his mind so deep, there was blackness all around.

He had always been terrible when it came to loving others. He loved Anirudh, look at what had happened to him. He loved Rooman yet he couldn't bring himself to save him from ruining himself. He loved Aarav but he couldn't sit in the same room with him right now. He might not have many curses like his counterpart but the one he had was enough.

He was almost a sadistic lover, the only difference was that he didn't like seeing them in pain.

This is why he had to leave Mridula, he had seen the pull her eyes had on the tides of his heart and if he kept walking towards her, she would drown in his sea of grief.

So he quietly picked a few clean t-shirts and the documents he came back for before disappearing again. "Having a farewell party alone?" The voice was cold and it cut through the air, hitting his chest. Karna didn't turn to respond, he knew he needed to get out of here before he hurt more people.

Rooman was already on his feet as he walked towards Aarav, his body wobbly. His party had started since yesterday when Rumi's grandfather told him to stop calling. "How can we party without you? You are the reason for the party." Rooman slurred, handing him his drink glass as he put the bottle on his own lips.

Aarav raised his eyebrow at the words. He didn't know what to question more. Rooman drinking like this or his accusations. "I can't help it if you both start getting offended by small words."Aarav replied, which made Rooman choke on his whiskey as he laughed out loud.

The laugh was rough and it hit Aarav bad enough to bruise.

Karna finished packing his bags as he turned to leave but Aarav blocked the door. He looked at Karna in the eyes making him feel like he could squeeze into a tiny bottle and disappear. "Why are you stopping him? Let him run like the bastard he is."Rooman yelled, letting his body fall on the bed. He spread himself on the bed like jam on toast, smiling at the realisation he could finally sleep tonight. His room smelled too much like Rumi and it made him hallucinate her.

"All he can do is run away and all you can do Aarav is poke people till they run away,"Rooman remarked. It was turn for Aarav to frown, he could feel anger bubbling inside him. "Who the fuck gave you the right to throw random shit around when you are in deep shit yourself."He blurted, walking inside the heart of the storm.

Karna had to stay for the next few minutes, even if every hair on his body told him not to. He didn't want Rooman and Aarav to hurt each other right now, both of them were on the verge of breaking themselves.

Rooman sat up, all his laughter drained from his face. "Yes, you are right, I am in deep shit and still the world needs to revolve around Aarav and his inability to fucking move on."He said, his mouth abandoning any filters.

"Move on from what? Our friendship like Karna?" Aarav threw the shots, his face now red. "I guess I should roll the last of that joint now because this is the end of us, isn't it."Aarav questioned, looking between the silent and the drunk.