AMAL
Once I’ve lain on the bed, I turn the switch to my lamp off. The room darkens completely save for the tad bit of light coming from the sides of the curtains that falls on Aahil’s long frame. He is practically falling off the sofa while I take up space on the humungous bed.
I know I’m supposed to feel afraid but that’s the thing. I don’t. Shouldn’t being in the same room as Aahil trigger my memories or something? I should be shaking out of my skin but it seems as though Aahil is.
There was that one look I can’t seem to get out of my mind. That one flicker of vulnerability that was so unlike Aahil. I can’t help but feel weirdly sympathetic and once again, I wonder what could’ve possibly happened to this big man who is always closed off.
If my mother had anything to do with it then t
