My heart had been broken from something I was not even sure of. It was from a man I was not even sure of who he was or where he came from, much less his name. Screw everyone. Days had passed since I got my heart broken. He did not show up in my room again and even though it was my imagination, I rather hoped it to be real. How could I fall so easily? Where was I going to take my heart? There was no point wailing anyway, what is done is done. Screw him.
Tonight I was going to cry my heart out and finally let go of him. Yes that I what I was going to do. Just that. Without warning, a tear rolled down my eye and I shut my eyes hard laid in bed like a misery stricken damsel. Everything was over for me.
"Tezznin." I heard the voice of the angel. Huh! He came. I thought with a startle. I was going to turn around, but then, I thought, what if he was not real this time as well? My heart as it is was not strong enough to handle another disappointment.
"Go away." I spoke softly still not opening my eyes. "You are just a product of my imagination. I added.
"Tezznin. It is I. I'm really here, believe me." His voice sounded pained and it pricked my heart deeply. I wanted to ignore him but something within me just would not let me. Open your Tezz. My inner voice screamed at me.
As much as I hated it, I could not help but open my eyes and there he was bleeding from his chest.
"Blood." My mind suddenly went blank.
......
"Blood, blood. What happened to you?" I ran to him to have a clear view of his bleeding chest but there was no wound. "No wound, How?" It made no sense to me as I waited for him to say something.
His gaze pierced into mine as his hand rested gently on my shoulder.
"Tezznin, I need help. I'm dying." He whispered to me with a very pained voice.
"Huh. I don't understand." Confusion colouring my face.
"Tezznin, you were always right about me not being real. The truth is..."
I was suddenly jolted awake, sweat running down my face. "The truth is..." The words echoed loudly in my head. "The truth is what!" I yelled in frustration. Why did I have to wake up now? Why! I hit the bed hard with both hands and threw the pillows away. My hair scattering over my face with steam oozing off me.
"Why?" A groan escaped my throat. "Why!!"