MehBeer Collab OS: Messy Edges

She had reclined herself on the ground, her heels lying next to her as she stretched out her long feminine legs. Her hands were neatly folded behind her head as she gazed up at the sky, waiting for it to fade to black. Remnants of tears still visible on her cheeks.

It was her dad.

Some people never do change do they? But those tears weren't for that waste of space, they were for his power to hurt the people she loved most. It was like this when they were married too, except back then she had him.

And she still does.

Sometimes this "game" we were playing felt pointless. There was no winner here. These flimsy facades--masks we wore of indifference to cover up our vulnerabilities--were all reduced to transparency with just one look. Who were we trying to fool?

Kneeling in front of her, I will myself to see the emotions she lay so openly. Just taking in the sight of her, I knew. It was enough.

"Want to talk about it?"

A silence followed the question. Maybe it was a no. Or maybe she just wasn't ready.

***

Ring ring. Ring ring.

I checked the clock, a quarter after one. Who could it be at this time? Wait.

Meher. I didn't even have to read the caller ID. It was her, I was sure of it.

"Hello?" I whisper. I heard a familiar silence, she was noticeably strained. "Meher?"

"Abeer, I.." she sounded shaken, "I need to talk to someo--you." She paused, gathering herself. "I need to talk to you," she repeated herself. A newfound certainty in her voice this time around.

I smiled. It was faint, but it was there. There was no more running away from the fact that we still needed each other. Relationships don't just "end" when we want them to, there was no "switch" to end that concern, care, and need. A piece of paper, a few signatures, it changed nothing. The reality of the situation presented a messy edge.

That's what divorce was, a messy edge meant to sever ties that somehow just ended up prolonging the inevitable.

"I'm listening."

***

It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now.
Said I wouldn't call but I've lost all control and I need you now.
And I don't know how I can do without.
I just need you now.

***

Kriti: So it's 3:44 am here and oddly enough we're not tired (lies). But this was totally worth it, an OS trying to quantify the reality of what divorce is like. (And a result of our dreams of mature Abeer -Zainab) Especially like in MehBeer's case where the two are still clearly in love with each other. Hope you liked it. Spent the fastest 5 hours working with Zainab on this OS and hopefully (if you guys ask her to) we'll collab more often. (Also PMs later)

Zainab: Uhh..So I really have no idea what to say. Kriti here kinda forced me to write this with her. (No Zainabs were hurt in the making of this OS -Kriti) Honestly, all credit due to this crazy woman here. She's insanely talented and so sweet. Though its short we, put great effort and time (and plenty of fooling around) into writing this OS for you guys and we hope you enjoyed!

Both: Let us know what you think via likes and comments!

-Team Lost in Transit (Zainab and Kriti)

It was too short but still really beautiful
Loved it, do write more😊

Beautiful very well written
I loved it

Keep smiling

Thanks for the PM!😃

Small yet beautiful work of urs.

Brilliant it was..!!! But too short..

Short but I loved it. There was a figment of comfort in it.
Kriti- I am glad u wrote another piece. Love ur writings. Thanks for the PM.
Zainab- I am glad Kriti forced u into this. U both r complimentary writers.

Originally posted by: neetha

this a " Tiny piece of Art"👏 i would say..short but has conveyed the message well! 👍🏼

i love the " lost is transit duo" keep writing guys..😎

n yea before pm m here kriti 😛

Originally posted by: Shipper

It was too short but still really beautiful
Loved it, do write more😊