“No. . .It can’t be. .” I stared onto the small pixelated screen of the phone I was firmly holding. My grip started to weaken as my whole body trembled in a sudden, like a person who’d just seen a ghost. The pink colour of my lips faded into a pale shade of purple. I re-read the text message I received. Unsatisfied, I began to read it again, and again, and again. .For each time, the pace of my breathing doubled itself. I studied each and every word thoroughly for the last time. “No.” I cried in disbelief. My knees dropped to the cold hard tiles of the floor. I leaned back to the blue wall and tried to find a comfortable position to sit. Slowly, I put the phone in my hand into the right pocket of my trousers. I raised my head and stared into the ceiling above me. Droplets of sorrow streamed down my dry cheeks. I tried to wipe the tears off my face but new ones replaced them in a matter of a second.
A fusion of feelings were driven through my weakened body. Sadness, happiness, pain. . My face contorted as I resisted myself from screaming my heart out. Short peculiar sounds began to escape from my mouth. I flooded my room that day. .
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It was a message from the person who had my beating heart. .My unconditional trust. .My undying love. .The special relationship we had, our journey towards eternal happiness, she had put to a stop. Her reasons are truly sincere and it’s the exact same reason why I thought of leaving her before; to walk the right path to Allah. I knew it was best for me to leave her but I did not want to hurt her. So I stayed with her. . until now. .She’s a strong one. .Its hurtful; the fact that I now have to erase the memories we had together. The sweet ones, the bitter ones, all of it. .If we can still be friends now, then it wouldn’t be much of a suffering for me. But that’s not the case. *chuckles* She’s not going to spend a second of her life with me any longer. It’s like she never existed. This is all happening too rapid. I guess I have to live with this. Alright, I’m done blogging, I’m off to sleep. .
