MIA’S POV:
People say that when the one, who you truly love and desire, is in your grasp never let them go. Whatever it may cost. But how unlucky am I? He was this close, as close as breathing is to life and blood is to veins. I let him go intentionally. I let him slip through my fingers like a grain of sands and little droplets of dews. I came home all teary and blubbery, went straight to my room and hide in the darkness of the old woolen blanket, covering myself up to the top, letting the darkness take over my dreadful soul. I kept on crying for hours, cursing my fate. Until someone tugged the blanket off my face.
She was looking a little blurry to me due to the tears covering my eyes but seeing her face added fuel to the fire inside and I hugged her tightly, crying my eyes out. “Hone
