asya OS...six word love letter

Asad was silently driving his motorcycle and behind him was his girlfriend, Zoya. Her head leaned against his back, her arms around his stomach. She sighed sadly, holding back her tears. They had THE fight again. It was the 8th fight that they had that week. His sunglasses hid his sad eyes, frustration mixed with sorrow. He sighed as he speeded his motorcycle.

Suddenly, she opened her mouth, "A-Asad," she sadly said, "I'," her voice softened, "I don't think we should go one like this. We should end this once and for all," she tried being strong but her eyes gathered the tears and she couldn't hold it back. A tear dropped but because of the speed, it dried up easily.

Asad glanced behind him and handed her a piece of paper that was crumpled. She accepted it, clutching it for it may be the last gift that she would ever receive from him. She looked at him sadly and because Asad was hurt by the sad look on her face, he couldn't look straight at the road.

"ASAD! Look out!" she shouted. The truck beeped while Asad hugged Zoya to protect her. It seemed so sudden and yet, happened as if in slow motion.

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As Zoya opened her eyes, she could hear a beeping sound. She sat up, ignoring the pain, "where am I?" she asked aloud.

"The hospital,"

She looked to her left and there, sitting, were Ayaan and Humaira. They were relieved that she gained her consciousness. But Ayaan had a sad look behind his smile.Zoya realized and remembered what happened, "Asad?" she asked, "where is he?"

Suddenly, she saw Humaira leaning her head on Ayaan's shoulder. He hugged her, feeling her sorrow, "I'll take you to him."

They entered a room and Asad's ammi and Zoya's sister were there. Zoya's sister hugged her, "I'm glad!" she sobbed, "that you regained your consciousness." Zoya smiled sadly but her attention was caught by the person lying on the bed. His head was wrapped in bandages, his legs were wrapped too and his left arm had a cast while the other one had bandages wrapped around and his neck was bandaged too. Zoya looked at her sister as she shook her head, "50-50 chance of living," she whispered. Asad's ammi sobbed as Ayaan and Humaira led her out of the room. Zoya's sister left too, giving them a time alone.

Zoya sat on the chair beside Asad, who lay helplessly and almost lifeless. Tears began to flow, "Asad," she called out in a whisper. No response.

Zoya, then, sobbed. Her tears dropping on her hospital gown, like it was raining. She looked at her boyfriend and had a flashback of all their moments together...their happy,completely blissful moments. Tears kept flowing, suddenly, a tear dropped on her right fist.

She remembered the paper that Asad gave her. She opened her palm and there, a crumpled paper lay. She fixed the crumpled paper and straightened it on her lap. There, written in a messy hand writing, were six letters:

"Without your love, I would die."

Suddenly, she couldn't hold it. She knelt beside his bed and sobbed violently. Her arms folded and rested on the bed beside Asad as her head rested on her folded arms. She sobbed, "Why? Why did this happen?" she mumbled.

"I'm sorry," a person suddenly said, almost inaudible.

Zoya looked up and there, Asad was holding her hands with his right hand. He was wearing his dimpled smile , "I couldn't die. Not until I give this to you," he whispered. His right arms extended towards the side table and gave Zoya a small box. Zoya opened it,a little confused, and there,was the most beautiful diamond ring she had ever laid her eyes on.

"Asad'," she whispered, her tears flowing, "oh, Asad!" she hugged him in happiness.

"Owch! Stop hugging me! I'm still hurt!" he tried to move. She giggled as she wiped her tears.