AHYAN
I hear my phone ringing for the fifth time. I don’t have to look at my mobile to know who it is. The first time Nur had called, my heart had ached to just swipe the thing on my screen but I hadn’t. I heard it ring till the call ended.
This time, I stare at the name flashing across the screen. Princess, it reads and my heart and ears itch to just be able to hear her voice.
I can’t, though. It would make everything harder than it already is.
I feel like chucking the phone across the room so that my chest would stop feeling so constricted.
I almost do swipe my finger across the screen but I don’t. Not yet, the reasonable part of my brain tells me and I decide to listen to it.
As much as it hurts, I need to solve the problems this time before I meet her again. I need to become w
