LONGING FOR

Chapter Three

Aura's POV

I was about to fell asleep, when I remembered I had to search for a document for my meeting tomorrow. I started searching everywhere in my house when I found a black-grey dusty box. I suddenly recognized it.

It was the box of my memories. I opened it and found my high school farewell scrabbled uniform, my favourite keychain, my college I-card and then I noticed my college diary in which I used to write about my life. So, I decided to open it.

I sat on the bed and opened the dairy and started reading about my old foolish self.

DEAR DIARY …

I hear the call buzzing on the top of my bed, having more than 20 missed calls from my toxic “so called” friends. Waking up this morning was like waking from a dream to reality check of my life.

Sitting on the side of my bed and thinking about last night was a horror film that is moving in my head and another call from “the friends”. I was too angry to talk to anyone at that point of time and just prayed to God to make me disappear from this selfish world.

The anger that was bottling up inside me from yesterday’s evening left me thinking if something was left in my life or if everything had just faded away.

It's already been a week since I broke up with my boyfriend. He started to frame me for things I never did. A PERFECT PSYCOPATH.

What I find the most interesting is how much people prefer rumors above the bond they share with someone and the same happened to me.

The most heartbreaking moment in someone’s life is when their most trusted relations just fade away when you need them the most, and I suppose that’s how life works.

Fate’s art? Last night, when I was trying really hard to convince my friends that I didn’t had done anything wrong and I had never cheated on him, they were all already convinced that I was wrong. funny right? Just how my life is right now.

Trying my best to make them believe it was just my efforts going to vein. Thinking about all this matter, I started to feel a sudden sharpening in my heart like a sword is piercing through my chest, getting into my heart and then crossing my heart to my back. I was feeling numb and my body just gave up as I tried to get out of my bed.

Breaking my thoughts from the horror evening to listening that my mother was calling me for the breakfast I hurried up to the bathroom.

Seeing my face in the mirror was the same as the baked eyes, my eyes were so swollen from yesterday’s crying I feared what if my mother found out about it and quickly washed my face and applied a little makeup around my eyes, wore my spectacles and rushed to the kitchen where my mother was serving the delicious and hot breakfast she just made.

Eating together with family is usually fun and comforting, but today I was thinking what if they chose people over me? I was so deep in thought when I realize my family was singing a birthday song for me, my brother was having cake in his hands and my sister was dancing in pride.

That was the time I remembered I was turning 18 today. Ahhh A PERFECT 18TH BIRTHDAY. I was too tired to explain anything to my family so I decided not to worry them and go with the flow, so I tried to lighten up my mood and cut the cake my mother baked specially for me.

She did bake me a cake every year, but this year I found it more delicious of all the time we were all dancing and laughing, telling me

about my childhood memories.

After coming back to the room, I was in quite a better mood than in the morning and I decided to go out to celebrate my birthday.

It was my initial plan before, but that was with my friends. Now they are no longer my friends, so I decided to celebrate my birthday alone.

Thinking about my birthday, I laughed what a gift I got on my perfect 18th birthday. Fate really knows how to play a game well.

I started getting ready and I chose to wear a white hoodie with a high waist darkblue jeans pairing it with an over coat and long black boots. I saw myself in the mirror. I looked boom with a messy bun and I headed out.

As I headed out, I had no particular destination in mind , so I decided to roam on the street, still processing the things that happened to me in the last 24 hours.

My life was so peaceful and joyful just 24 hours ago, I slept excitedly for my birthday and now I am celebrating alone.

I was on the edge of breakdown and found myself standing in front of a beautiful café and decided to have something to drink.

As I opened the door of the café, it was so cozy and well maintained. I fell in love with this place and I ordered my favourite ice tea lemon drink and fries with lots of cheese on them and they told me there was an event today, so they asked me if I wanted to listen to have a seat within the event section.

It was an event where people went through anxiety or depression to tell you about life truths and how they overcame the difficulty, what motivated them to live. So, I decided to take a peek at the event and as I sat on the chair, I saw a girl with a very funky clothing style. She was wearing a long yellow skirt matching it with a hot pink sweatshirt and a unique neon-type hair color, maybe in her 20’s.

She was laughing loudly and the host of the show invited her on the stage as she was the main guest of the event. She started to speak about her life journey, ups and downs in her life and told the real meaning of life

LIFE IS NEVER ONLY ABOUT UPS. WHEN WE GET COMFORTABLE WITH THE LIFE, THE FATE CHANGES THE DIRECTION OF LIFE AND NOBODY KNOWS WHERE IT WILL END.

I was listening to her very carefully and enjoying my food. Finally, when she completed her speech, I hesitantly approached her.

I closed the diary and remembered all the memories of my 18th birthday and I found myself laughing rather than being disappointed or upset.

How I met Ash, my bestfriend and Sabestine. I lay down in bed while thinking I slept.