50. THE GRIEF

HANA

I inhaled the scent of his shirt I found in my laundry bucket. He was here a few hours ago. My room still smells like him. Why does he have to leave without waking me up? What was the last thing we did? I didn't remember. My phone rang for the fifth time. I reached out to it, thinking it was Bash. Like last time, it was Shalini. I swiped it and attended the call.

"Where were you?" She yelled from the other side. "Did something happen? I have been trying to reach you for an hour now."

My lips trembled when I tried to talk. "He is gone," I tell her. "He is just gone."

"Hey," Her tone softened as she talked. "What do you mean he is gone?" She questioned in a low tone.

"He left," I sobbed. "Without a goodbye."

"Isn't that what you want, Hana?" She asked me.

I nod my head, as tears flood my eyes. "We still have a month. It hurts, Shalini. It fucking hurts to know that he won't be here with me."

I heard the tapping of her footst