Diagnosed.As.Love.

I saw him... I knew that he would not like me to be here...He hated me.

When I parted my ways I felt a hand stopping me. He closed the distance between us.
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We were inside the private room. The glass door was the only one separating us from the patients who may see us.
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He was being extra sweet today. Is he okay?? Back of my mind I was remembering the song muskane zhuthi hain pehchane juthi hai...