I never saw him shed tears for anyone.
Not for himself when he was all alone and rotten. And not at the time, his mother was ill and he couldn’t even see her. Maybe nobody ever saw me crying either.
The anger evaporated as I made my way to crush Zayan. Subtle unshaved, eyes drained of life, clothes wrinkled and hair all disheveled. He was never like that.
Always clean and tidy.
Not a rotten piece of mess
I settled down his feet as I rubbed his knee without saying anything.
There was nothing left to say or do now.
Was there?
“I thought maybe I'd scare her and she would never think of going back again, but I just went too far with it. I broke her. I love her, you know. Never loved anyone like that, “ He was mumbling and guilt-tripping, but it was his karma.
“Just love her enough
