It's been two days since Sarah has woken up. Everyone's happy because Sarah will be discharged today. Sarah's mother has been home since the very early morning. She has been preparing Sarah's favorite dishes.
But Sarah is somewhat disturbed since Sam came to meet her yesterday. He said something which made Sarah sleepless...
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Yesterday in the evening Sam came to Sarah while she was resting. Sarah smiled and said cheerful,
'Sam!'
He was wearing a navy blue plain t-shirt with a V-neck and a pair of black pants. His sunglass was hanging on his shirt in front, tucked in his V-neck shirt. His hair was not combed he came just with a shaggy hairstyle.
Sarah smiled after looking at him but, Sam didn't smile he came in closed the door behind him, and hugged Sarah tightly.
'Sarah!' He whispered.
Sarah hugged him back but was a bit surprised by Sam's such reaction. He was not that much close to her.
He sat beside her, interlocked his fingers of one hand with another, and said while playing with his own fingers.
'How have you been?'
'I'm absolutely fine, just sometimes my head starts to ache a lot.' She said and looked at Sam who looked quite worried.
'You're okay, are you?' She asked being worried about his pale expressions.
'Hmm.' He murmured and nodded along with it.
'How's your treatment going? Lisa told me you have some psychological disorder.' Sarah asked.
'I've been recovering quite good lately, I'll get better soon.' He said.
All this time he didn't look at Sarah like he was avoiding to see her face. Sarah felt a bit awkward as she was continuously at him but he didn't even glance at her.
He was acting a bit weird, he was not at all being himself today. The way he used to smile while talking to all his friends including Sarah, that smile was not with him today. Sarah knew something was wrong. So, she asked again,
'Sam, is there anything wrong?' She asked and Sam looked at her quickly with a bit widened eyes. He then again turned his head down on the floor and said,
'Yes.' He said in a blank voice.
'You can share with me, I'll try to help you as much as I can.' She said.
At this sentence, Sam looked up towards the blank wall and said,
'How?'
'Uh!' Sarah asked not actually knowing how to answer this.
He looked at Sarah with a blank expression and chills ran through her spine. He said further,
'How will you help me?'
'I-I can help I assure you that. But, for it, your problem should be known to me.' Sarah said and her eyebrows shrank in the center.
Sam stood up and scoffed, he looked at her and said,
'Help yourself first. You don't even know what has happened in the last two years...'
Sam took out his glasses to wear it and scoffed again. He shook his head as he went out of the room.
Sarah was stunned for a while after listening to what Sam said. What I don't know? Is there something related to me that everyone knows?
Thinking all this she put her head in her hands and lost in deep thoughts.
What happened two years ago? She thought loudly in her mind and then suddenly a face appeared in front of her eyes which said,
'Mr. Niall, why did you boycott everyone and hid in your own house two years ago?'
She lifted her head up and murmured,
'Two years ago?'
She furrowed her eyebrows and started to think more.
'That reporter said two years ago Mr. Niall kid himself in his house, but why? Is it something related to me?' She murmured within herself.
The whole night she thought about what did Sam mean?
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I stood outside her room and took a deep breath. Soon, I opened the gate and she looked at me. As soon as I saw her, a smile ready to pester on my rude face. My heart started to beat irregularly. She looked extremely beautiful, her face was glowing with help of the sunlight that was coming through the window on the left side of the room. I stood at the threshold staring at her, admiring her. My hand was still on the knob of the door and she was still looking at me.
*****
As soon as he came in I looked at him and out gazes hit locked. My eyes got wet without a reason. The thoughts that have been running through my mind the whole night, gained peace. My heart was somehow feeling comforted.
I always used to feel delighted every time I saw him, though his acts, forced me to think that he was an arrogant ass. But this time the feeling of being delighted was quite expressive through my face, a smile spread through my face. I never got to know why I feel this way but, now I quite started liking it. I liked this feeling of being comforted just by looking at him. The feeling of my heartbeat rising gradually. The feeling of longing to meet him for too long.
After almost five minutes our staring ended when his phone rang. he looked startled and I looked here and there to avoid the awkwardness in the atmosphere. He picked up his phone and murmured something and the phone call ended within a minute.
He came in held my hand, kissed it, and said in a gruff voice,
'I missed you, Sarah....'