AAHIL
The memories in my head are too raw, too painful to bear. I know I can’t be seen like this but it’s like Amal is adamant on talking. If it didn’t sound so ridiculous, I’d think she is trying to figure me out.
Getting too deep into someone is never good, I know that. This is the moment I need to push her away. I need some control over myself and I need to remind myself why getting close to her––to anyone––is a bad thing.
“You don’t look okay,” She replies simply, eyes never leaving my face.
I snort out a humourless laugh. “Okay? And how would you know that, miss-I-don’t-want-you-to-talk-to-me?”
The look of guilt on her face is not what I was aiming for. “I told you to stay away but I never said I would do the same.”
My eyebrows instinctively rise just a notch. “You’re speaking
