A scary glimpse (ArSh) - SS - Updt page 5 - Page 3

nice part dear

Nice.

i wonder whats up ws shilpa

oowww...Laila, love u, love u, love u, u write soo well, I've fallen for u..😉

Hello everyone,

Here's a new part. There are still 2 parts left and then I'll end it.

Again, for those who read this, hope you'll enjoy it 😳

Love,

Laila

Part 3

Heavy. So heavy...

I frown at the difficulty of the movement, finally sensing my eyelids lifting up.

A tree. So near. I stare at it for I don't know how long...

Finally, I blink. As I feel a light touch on my foot.

I drop my gaze. A leaf is grazing upon it and I suddenly shudder.

That's when I realize. It's chilly.

I bring my arms around me, trying to warm me up. As I do that, I look around me.

I am indeed outside.

Where exactly ? I don't know.

What day are we ? What exactly am I doing here ? And how long I've been there ? I don't know either.

Suddenly, a buzzing sound comes to my ears.

I turn, trying to locate the source of the noise.

My hands fall to my sides and collides with hard wood.

A bench.

So, I'm sitting on a wooden bench.

Taking a closer look at my right, I finally notice what seems like...a phone ?

That must be where the buzzing sound is coming from.

Again, I look around. White blouses everywhere.

It seems like the same place.

I look back at the phone on my right. It keeps buzzing.

I look at it some more. Now I frown.

'Aamir'

That's what it reads.

Without knowing, my finger finds the answering button.

Everything is mechanical.

I am not thinking. I can't think to be precise.

"Hello? Hello, Shilpa?"

I keep looking at the indicated time, following up on the screen.

Aamir calling...00:04...00:05...00:10...00:22...

I can still hear the voice, calling my name through the phone.

"Shilpa, are you there ? Please answer me, I really need to talk to you."

That sounds really familiar. The voice, the words. Everything.

"Were you there when I needed you to answer me ?" That's what I can make out from the whisper I just heard. It seemed to come from me but I'm almost certain I didn't say anything... Or did I ?

"Shilpa? Hello? Please Shilpa ?"

I blink and unconsciously bring the device to my ear, not bothering about my hair, already covering it.

"You..." The word leave my lips with a confused tone and I don't know why I feel the need to talk to that person.

"I know you." I think I sound like I'm certain this time.

"Thank God you answered Shilpa !"

I feel my head tilting slowly to the right.

Relief.

That word just came to my mind. I don't know why.

"Shilpa, I'm so worried about you. It's been days you didn't answer !"

Silence.

Wind blowing...

"You know, about your condition... I can't help but feel guilty."

I notice another leaf grazing my right foot. This one still has some green shades on it.

Guilty...

I smile at the sound of that word.

"I'm so sorry... I feel really bad about everything you told me. I knew you were right but I didn't want to acknowledge it right away... Now it's too late, and you even warned me about that... I don't know what to do to make up for everything...I know I hurt you, I'm sorry..."

Hurt...

Too familiar. That word is too familiar.

I frown. The voice, the words are...annoying.

Annoying...I should try to remember that word. It feels like it should be something wise to say someday during one of those suffocating sessions.

I can hear the person sigh.

"Shilpa please talk to me."

"I don't want to talk to you." I blink in surprise at those words.

They slipped so easily, I didn't had time to register them leaving my mouth.

"I understand..."

...Deeds, not words shall speak me...

...Deeds, not words shall speak me...

...Deeds, not words shall speak me...

That quote just came to my mind. I can't exactly say how or why, but it just did. And I feel the need to chant it in my head, to cover his voice.

"That seems to be Aamir on the phone, right?"

Soothing and familiar.

If I had that white sheet in front of me right now, I know that would be two words I would have written at this instant. I think that's what I just felt at the sound of that enchanting voice.

I feel my head turning left, to the source of the voice and I can't help but close my eyes as the sun is blinding.

Behind closed eyes I can now feel the lights diminish almost instantly.

I want to know if it did really happen or if it is only the result of my eyes closing.

I open them again.

Yes, it did happen.

A smiling face is now hiding the sun.

I don't have any notion of time so I don't know for how long I've been looking at this face, but... I feel like it's been really long.

A mole. A mole under the left eye.

And... dimples ?

I think there are the two things I've been looking at the whole time.

Finally, I feel my eyes drop to the ground and return to the tree in front of me.

Suddenly, something is blocking the view. I can see the tree only partially now. And I don't know why, but it's bothering me.

I feel my eyes concentrating, looking more closely to what is disturbing the beautiful picture the tree makes.

A hand.

Yes, I'm sure it's a hand. But whose ?

I feel my gaze lifting up to answer my inquiries. That's when I can see it again. The smiling face.

A tilt of his head towards my right ear reminds me of the phone I still have a firm grip on.

I can still hear the voice and the sound of my name I think, but I'm not listening anymore and it's been quite some time. How long though ? That, I can't tell.

Instinctively, I drop it unto the hand, his hand.

The person is now sitting on the wooden bench, next to me.

The phone to his ear.

A smile on his face.

I can see his lips moving but I can't hear any sound.

The deafening wind. That's all I can hear.

Grey.

Grey eyes are now facing me.

"He says he'll call you back after you've rested."

He won't.

I'm not sure if I said it out loud or in my head but I definitely whispered those words. Again, unconsciously.

Silence.

"Shilpa..."

Ah, peaceful.

"Dr Grewal says you don't talk. But I don't believe her."

It's amazing how the sun is highlighting every single shades of those eyes.

"You talk to me. A lot."

How can a simple movement of those lips dig a small perfect dimple on this cheek ?

"Your eyes. They speak to me."

My eyes ?

"Your lips doesn't budge but your eyes have so many things to say. So many feelings to convey..."

Feelings ? What is he saying ? I can't feel anything.

"Do you know you have the most expressive eyes I've ever seen."

Close. He is really close...

...Physically or to my soul...I can't tell.

Why can't I tear my eyes away from those various shades of grey ?

Wet.

Something wet on my hand.

Rain. That's the first word to come to my mind at the sensation.

Instinctively I look up in the sky.

"Shilpa, it's not coming from up there..."

I drop my gaze onto his again.

"...It's coming from here."

Soothing hand on my cheek.

Pause.

I don't know for how long but his words stopped the process of my thoughts.

I feel my right hand raising up to touch my cheek.

Wet.

I'm now looking at it. The proof on my hand.

Tears...? Am I crying...?

"Shilpa, I feel like I'm seeing something in you, that nobody else can see. Not even you."

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