Bound by Hearts

13. Friendly Advice

Her trying to continuously talk to me for two to three years. Never giving up on me even when I stayed away. She stood by me. In a time when I didn't think I...

And now she turned her back to me.

She turned her back to me.
She looked away.

And I know it is all my fault but her ignorance was fatal.
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I needed Amara to Function.
I needed Amara to Live.
I needed Amara to Love.
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"Abhi..."

I look up from my laptop, the draft of my new book on the screen.

"Hmm Aman?" I asked looking at my friend who had just inhaled a shot of cocaine. And looks a me watching him and takes another shot.

And I don't know what to do. I don't know what is his purpose of always showing me this. When I have told him I will not try it.

"You don't want a shot bud?"
He asked a smile cracked up his face. His nose red from inhaling it. His hair tousled and eyes droopy.

"No." I said.

"It really helps you kill that pain in your heart Abhi. Trust me." He tells me his eyes wistful.

"I said no. Aman please understand this... I will never go against my principles to do something wrong. I will not do something that will hurt my family or the people who care about me. Do you get that." I sighed pinching my forehead in annoyance.

He keeps staring at me for a moment and then bursts into a fit of laughter.

"Abhimanyu Acharya. You really know how to rub off what you have." He says the pain flashing in his eyes raw and immeasurable.

"Aman. For the last fucking time. I do not rub off what I have. Why don't you understand this simple fact. Forget my family or loved ones. Listen I don't want to do drugs. That is enough of a reason not to. Get it?" I say packing my laptop and and things not wanting to stay in his presence any longer.

When he is not high... he will come around.
It's just the drugs.

I keep telling myself.

Why?
I really don't know.

It maybe because he makes me feel better about myself?
It maybe because he faces the same challenges with his father as me.
It maybe because he is probably the only one who knows everything to my fucked up life and didn't run away.

Maybe that is the reason I stay with him to the point that he feels like a brother.

I stand up turning to leave when I feel someone pounce on me from behind.

Fucking. Pounce. On. Me.

I feel myself turn rigid.
Not a single muscle in my body worked the way I wanted it to.

Being attacked from behind pushed my buttons.

It was my fear.
It was my misery.

"Wh..what are yo..you doing?" I asked.
My voice trembled.

"Making you feel happiness." He said.
His voice chilled every bone in my body.

"Aman... No. Snap out of it!"
I tried to reason with him.

"Abhi"

Before he could say another word I feel a hand brush forward and push him back.

Hard enough to make him fall on his ass.