Rembulanbicara
Devastated and grieving, she wrote this chapter as her way to cope. She wasn't writing for sympathy, she was writing because the pain was too heavy to carry in silence. Somewhere deep inside, she knew that one day, she might hand him this story. Not to beg, but to show him how much she still cared. How much she always would. She knew how it would sound - pathetic, right? A girl willing to plead a thousand times for someone to come back. But keep reading. You'll see why.
Because when she looked at him, he felt like home. Mera sab kuch tum ho
Not a place with walls and keys, but a feeling. A warmth that wrapped around her chest, made her feel safe, seen, chosen.
And now, without him, she was frozen.
Sick.
Numb.
Like a ghost of the person she used to be.
She didn't want to ask for forgiveness out of pity. That wasn't the point. She just couldn't bear the thought of losing him, not like this. Not with anger between them and her mistakes staining something so beautiful. The guilt and heartbreak inside her had twisted into a storm she couldn't quiet. So she did the only thing she knew how.
She wrote.