Forgetting The Ex

Can we meet tomorrow?

I wake up disoriented when I hear a noise.

I realize I'm sweaty and that my hands are trembling when I look around for my beeping mobile.

I irritatedly switch the alarm off.

Why the fuck do I have so many alarms at such weird times?

I swipe a hand on my face, peeling my shirt away from my damp skin,my mind muddled in thoughts.

Shower.

I need a shower.

As I head to the shower, I'm irritated that my body doesn't co-operate as I slide midway into my bean bag,tears sliding my face at an alarming rate.

Just once.

One last time,and I'm never going to cry for that asshole.

I shield my face with my hands as I let out loud,shameful sobs, crying my heart out for someone that definitely doesn't deserve me.
I wipe my tears when I feel slightly dizzy with a blocked nose.

But like any idiot dealing with heartbreak,I do that one thing too.

Stalk my ex.

Tears run down my face as I stalk him,going through older posts, coming up,to recent ones.

It's a vicious cycle,being in pain and still hurting myself like this, unnecessarily. But I just can't help myself as I scroll through his feeds.

Facebook. Instagram. Twitter.

My eyes are wide with shock when I see a particular post, dated two days ago.

What the fuck.

Feels great to be returning home. Mumbai,here I come.

No. This cannot be happening.

I glance at all the people he has tagged in the post,a bitter smile on my face as I look at the familiar names.

I push myself further, burying myself deeper into misery as I read our old chats. Somehow,I could never bring myself to delete them.

My heart jolts,my pulse racing unhealthily when I see typing on top of the message inbox. I hold my breath,staring at the screen as tiny dots dance,and eventually go blank. In spite of crying for quite a long time,I find my eyes watering again.

I throw my mobile away, irritated that I actually waited for his text, staring at the screen like a loser.

You are better off without him, Sandy.

Right. I don't need him in my life.

I wash my face,staring at my dishevelled appearance.

"Forget Dhruv. He is not worth it Sandy",I speak to the reflection,but all that stares back at me are wide,teary eyes,puffy nose and a defeated stare.

I shut my eyes, taking deep breaths.

I feel more in control after another pep talk. I change into a comfortable pair of Pyjamas,ignoring that one white shirt hanging in my cup board like I always do. Somehow,I can never bring myself to wear it,nor throw it.

Time to study.

I stretch my tired limbs after three solid hours,proud of myself.

Damn, I'm hungry.

Why the hell is Anshu even on duty? I roll my eyes. I could use some company right now.

I type a quick text to Avyukth, relieved when he said he wasn't busy.

Avyukth and I make light conversation as we walk to the canteen.

"Anshu tells me you met-"

He's cut off when I sigh loudly. But the idiot only rolls his eyes, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

"Talk about it Sandy. You anyway look like you had a good cry."

"I didn't cry for that asshole",I snap.

"Right. You had an allergy."

I punch his stomach, rolling my eyes when he keeled over,"Be a man",I pat his shoulder.

"Seriously though. You know you can talk to me."

"I know. Nothing even happened. I just met Nikhil. End of story."

"The story starts there",he gave me an amused smile.

"Should I laugh?"

We take our plates,making way to our regular couch,as we start eating.

"You know what?",I screech, wincing when a couple of heads turned to look at us,as I nod my head in apology,"The asshole is coming back to Mumbai."

"Dhruv?"

I give him a deadpanned look,duh,idiot.

"He's already in Mumbai",he said casually tearing his chapati,"Wait. How do you know it?"

I narrow my eyes at him,"How do you know it?"

"He tagged me in that same post you stalked him in, dumbass. And he might have texted me about his arrival."

"And you didn't bother to tell me?",I quirk an eyebrow.

"Is it relevant information to you?",he challenges, raising a brow.

"Right. It's not. I don't care if he decides to drown in the sea or become a beggar overnight."

"Thought so",he nodded, smiling smugly.

"Stop it",I glare at him when he continued to smile.

We finish our meals, returning to our rooms when Avyukth asked me a question,"Do you still like him?"

My chest tightens,"No. I don't."

"You sure?"

"I am. I don't like that bitch. I'm just hurt he did what he did."

"Okay."

"Why do you ask?"

He shrugs a shoulder,"He's a sensitive issue for you,even after almost a year."

Something about the way he says it makes me uneasy.

Do I like that asshole?

Hell,No.

I shake my head getting rid of these ridiculous thoughts as I bid him Bye, shutting the door behind me.

It was when I was in bed, at the edge of sleep and wakefulness that I hear my mobile beep.

I swear I'm going to break the damn thing some day.

I feel around the bed lazily, groping for my phone as I squint at the screen with barely open eyes. I jerk awake, blinking at the text in disbelief,sleep vanishing from my eyes as I read and re-read the text.

Hi.
I'm in Mumbai.
Can we meet tomorrow?
- Dhruv.

What the actual fuck.

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