Memory: 22

In the dark room, Tasnim threw herself onto the floor before crouching into a ball.

What went wrong? What was wrong with her? Why did she had to keep seeing other people meeting their significant other but not her? No, she didn’t think it was unfair but it has been so long. And when she was about to grasp it, it was gone. She got tested and the person who returned was no longer the person that she once knew.

Was there something totally unloveable about her? Was there something that made her fit only for unloading problems? Or was it something she ate that caused her to attract just people with too many baggages in the past?

‘ What is it? What is wrong with me?’ Tasnim sent a text to Hanna. She was not sure about the time difference anymore. It was the realisation that it has been nearly two months but Adam did not make any effort anymore. And with that, the tears came down streaming like Niagara.

Her phone beeped. Tasnim must have fallen asleep because it was dark and raining outside. God knows how long she had slept.

Khalid’s message. And about three missed calls.

‘ I’m sorry I asked that question.’

‘ Tasnim, are you ok?’

Tasnim tried to sit and while doing so, she saw her reflection on the mirror. She must have fallen asleep while crying because her makeup has already smudged her face.

‘ Good night.’

For once, Tasnim felt totally drained. She didn’t even have the energy to lie.