"I was burning while you came blaming me for the smell of ashes"
--- Dostoevsky
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5 years ago:Vahni POV:
I'm struggling to pinpoint what it is, but something is changing between us - me and Vihaan.
It's been a week since I confessed my feelings, and he tried to reject them. Since that day, he hasn't talked to me at school, and our conversations have become more rare. I feel like he's trying to avoid me; he barely texts me back nowadays, and when he does, it feels forced and formal. It feels like he is replying because he has to...
I'm constantly wondering if I'm overthinking or if this is normal. But from his social media, I know he's not busy. Last night, he posted pictures with new friends
so I'm left with the feeling that he's ignoring me. I try to shake off the feeling, telling myself that maybe he's just busy or stressed, but deep down, I know that's not true.
It's been two days since I last texted him, and today I muster up the courage to text him again: "We need to talk."
His reply comes almost instantly: "Go ahead." I text him back, pouring my heart out: "I feel like we're drifting apart, Vihaan. We used to be best friends, but you barely text me nowadays. Did I do something wrong? Are you angry with me? If that's the case, we can talk and sort things out like always."
I wait for his reply, and after about an hour, his message comes: "Nothing's wrong; you're overthinking this. We're good; don't worry!"
I feel like crying, and tears cloud my vision. I take a deep breath and text him back: "But we're not how we used to be, Vihaan. Something has clearly changed."
This time, he texts back, asking, "Okay, then tell me what you'll do to make things go back to the way they were?"
I find myself unable to answer. The truth is, I want to ask him why it always has to be me making the effort. Why can't he do something too? But I'm too afraid to hear the answer.
I feel like hearing the answer might be the reality check I am trying to avoid
As I sit on my bed, staring blankly at my phone, I feel a mix of emotions swirling inside me. I'm hurt, confused, and angry all at once. I want to scream, to cry, to throw my phone across the room. But I don't. Instead, I take a deep breath and try to calm myself down.
For the first time in nine years, I hesitate to text Vihaan back. Instead, I leave him on seen, knowing deep down that everything is changing. This one conversation is opening my eyes.
But didn't he tell me to wait for just one more year? Does he really not mean it? Does he think it's better to cut off our friendship rather than tell the truth and move on? Am I never worth it to him? What am I doing wrong?
I want to call Anisha and cry my heart out to her, but I don't want to disturb her with my problems again. Our mid-semester exams are coming up, and everyone is busy. As I sit on my bed, I find myself crying - crying for what feels like the nth time this week - over him. I feel like I'm losing my best friend, my love, my everything. It's a reality I'm facing, and I know I'll have to accept it and move on.
As the tears stream down my face, I realize that I've been holding onto this friendship for so long, hoping that things would go back to the way they were. But now, I'm starting to see that maybe that's not possible. Maybe some things are meant to change, and maybe it's time for me to let go.
I think back to all the memories we've shared, all the laughter and tears we've experienced together. I remember the way he used to make me feel, the way he used to look at me. But now, it's all changing. He's changing, and I'm left to pick up the pieces of my shattered heart.
I don't know what the future holds, but I know I'll have to find a way to move on. I'll have to learn to let go of the past and the memories we shared. It won't be easy, but I know I'll have to try.
As I lay back on my bed, I feel the tears drying on my cheeks. I'm exhausted, emotionally drained. I know I need to sleep, but my mind is racing. I'm thinking about Vihaan, about our friendship, about the future.
I try to calm myself down, taking slow, deep breaths. But it's no use. The tears start flowing again, and I'm sobbing uncontrollably. I'm crying for the loss of our friendship, for the pain of unrequited love
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Here goes my 3rd chapter!!! Happy December guyss!! It's 1st December today and I feel like December is the best month of the yearMay be xuz I love Christmas?💋 growing up, studying in a catholic school makes u love Easter and Christmas more than Durga puja💁🏻♀️😂
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I will make more updates today ofc, Sundays are the best!!
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