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Author’s POV Ryan looked out of the glass wall of his office, the city seemed utterly busy with traffic and adding more pollution of vehicles. The grey fogg subsided around in the air while people overlooked the dirt present in the oxygen they were inhaling as they moved around unbothered to continue what they were doing already. It was a bright afternoon, yet the hustle of people around the city just never decreased, the shining sun out there seemed not working well because the moist present in every wave of breeze left people shivering a little. Swallowing the sudden rising beats of his heart Ryan took deep breaths to prepare himself for the things he’s going to uncover now. His both hands slided inside his pants pockets, he stood straight facing the glass wall of his office as he looked down at the city road where all he could see was rush. Rush of peoples, rushing for what they want and what they can get. Isn’t every single human on this earth always running after one or othe
Jenny’s POV His eyes were closed and he looked very serene while I continued to run my ginger through his mushy hairs that felt like a touch of wind. So smooth and silky. His head was placed on my lap while the rest of his body was lying straight on the couch. After the terrible panic attack Ryan kept mumbling about something i couldn’t understand however he got better by next an hour. After witnessing the glimpse of his past and the effect it still has on him made me jittery too. But inorder to bring him back to his normal self I had to remain calm. He was so scared to lose me, griping me tight in his arms Ryan held me closely as if i would leave him the next second his grip on me loosened a bit. Seeing him suffering from anxiety and panic attacks made me feel awful pushing him to the edge where he had to go through those things that made him feel scared to lose me. I would have waited till the moment he came to me and opened up about it, but my father’s sudden pushy behaviour an
Author’s POV Jenny was driving back to her mension after spending most hours of her day with Ryan, in his office, embarrassing him in the warmth of her arms while she spoke sweet words to smooth his shattering self. She felt terrible at that moment, seeing him crying and going on his knees weak and unable to look into her eyes. She held him close, made him look into her eyes and made him believe that she is always going to look at him as someone, who went through so much in such a young age and is still standing strong and unbreakable. He didn’t say a word after that and remained silent for the next two hours while she tried her best to make him feel comfortable to look at her, but he didn’t. The night fell darker than it had ever, Jenny had to leave as she also needed to talk to her father and express how sorry she is for the words she used against him before leaving the home. After listening to how low Ryan’s father stooped and caused him teams that still hunt him every night Jen
Author’s POV “ please…tell me….he will be fine……he needs to be fine……please….tell me….he’s okay” cried jenny burying her face deep into the chest of Ryan who was trying to control her. He held her securely in his arms because she was too weak to even stand on her feet. Tears flowing through her cheeks non stop, wetting his shirt while she started snivel fighting with her fear of losing the only man she has as a family. She was standing outside the ICU where her dad had been admitted. Nurse and doctors were rushing inside discussing in the medical language that she couldn’t understand even a bit but seeing their sincerity and efforts all she can think about is how critical her dad must be right now that the group of doctors scurried inside. Mr. Oberoi was found unconscious this morning when the caretaker tried to wake him for the morning meditation and medicine like always. After trying for a few times the poor nurse had no choice but to call for an ambulance and inform Jen
Jenny’s POV I wish there was nothing like the feeling of losing someone. There is no word that can do justice to the definition of that hollow feeling inside me. There is no language in which I can explain the grief I'm going through. The grief, It just snatched everything away. Everything came crashing down in front of my eyes. No hopes. No beliefs. No courage to even pick up a fallen pen. Everything reminds me of him and those times when he was alive. It’s been a month since my dad lived his last day on the earth before leaving. I was so broken and crying weakly that those memories of saying goodbye to him have become easy for me. I wasn’t in my senses, and couldn’t remember much about that day because all that I know is, my father is no more. I lost him, and I still can’t believe this. How can God be so cruel that he snatched the only person I had ? If he wanted to make me suffer then he could have taken my life instead of my father’s. Why him ? The doctors said it wa
Jenny's POV Days become weeks and weeks become months, the frequent random crying did stop and now I'm at a point where even if I want to cry, tears just won’t come, because there isn’t any left. But i realised that grief of losing someone i loved can be intense like physical pain. I literally felt my throat hurting, aching and heart tearing into two. Those moments were the ones where I cried because I didn't know what else to do. Every day felt the same, the routine of recalling about dad and then crying because I couldn't stop thinking about him knowing that he doesn’t exist in this world anymore. I also realised my pride of not wanting to cry so much in front of others and the notion that I needed to be strong for my dad made me suppress a lot of the feelings which made it worse. Then there was guilt and a lot of what if I did this or that, would we have a different and he would have lived? I miss him, so much that if there’s any way to get him back i would. If there’s e
Three months back, Ryan’s POV She is in her worst situation ever, and I'm not able to see her like this. I know losing her father is a big deal for her but the way she keeps neglecting herself these past months is scaring me. She isn’t sleeping properly, she skips her meals, and constantly cries. Her health is getting worse and she doesn’t seem to care for any of these now. I tried distracting her with something else but nothing works when she herself doesn’t want to get out of the grief she is right now. Day by day she is turning weak, and lean. That puts me into worry. I don’t know if i can ever see her the way she used to be. Because nowadays, she doesn’t even utter a word. If anyone asks something to her, she will either nod or shake or maintain her silence. Mostly she would stare at empty walls or would spend her time looking out of the window in her room. Making her step down for dinner or lunch would be one hell of a job, she was falling into the loneliness that star
Ryan’s POV “ Are you sure ? i mean….you keep telling me that you want to get rid of the phobia but when it comes to treatments you never cop up…..and then you leave us hanging in the middle “ Said Mr. Aaron looked at me through his round thick glasses. Well I can't deny the fact that he is right. For the two whole times I decided to get treated, but for some reason I couldn’t continue the treatment and left it in the middle. And being the good sort of therapist, Aaron had tried his best to convince me everytime when I left the treatment in the middle. But now, Now i really want to get cured, i don’t want to see those nightmares anymore,i don’t want to keep a check on my proximity with jenny whenever we’re together because i can’t let my phobia kick in when i or her crossed the border line. Infact few times i almost got on edge of getting panicked when jenny would reach up for my shirt buttons while kissing me, but thanks to those friends of hers who always interrupted us in th