Y/N's POV :
Don't don't....
I get up by the drumming voice of my alarm clock , sweat is all over my face , It was a nightmare , a hunting nightmare. I turn on the flashlight of my mobile and look at the time it was 5am in the morning. I gave a glance over a room expecting that someone is hiding at any corner of my room. I look at the other side of my bed , bedsheet is messed up like someone slept here , with me..... These thoughts always hunt me that someone is in my room , someone has been sleeping with me since I turned 18 . I told it to my parents too that maybe some demon is in my room but they were like there is no demons you're just overthinking or it was just a nightmare nothing else , be brave , you've to be brave and blah blah blah! . Since I turned 18 my parents always tell me to be brave and learn how to live on my own . They always tell me that nobody knows until when he or she lives , death is always unexpected. There this kind of talks hurt me that's why I always try to pretend that I am strong and I care about nothing . I get up from my bed and turn on the light of my room. I do my morning routine and come down-stairs . My father was reading a newspaper I gave him a glance and greeted him by bowing my head, he replied my eye gesture, then I heeded toward kitchen and hug my mother from back she gave me peek on my cheeks and I then help my mother in making breakfast . My father drop me at the university gate. Our whole journey was silent until I get out of car and bid him bye. He told me to take care of myself and be strong . I step into the gate with a sigh! because I know what is going to happen like teachers come and teach , other will talk to their friends and I have to sit lonely at a table in front row. This is my hectic routine since I have not friend in this university not in this life. I am antisocial person or maybe introvert but I'm not an introvert when it comes to presentation or speech. My some fellows also talk to me whenever they have any favour to ask . I talk politely with everyone so I have neither an enemy nor a friend. But I'm always alone. I spend my most of time in library reading books. I hate being in the company of fake 's. Sometimes life sucks when neither I want to play nor to read books. I was not like this since my birth but something had changed me enough. The memories of that day always hunt me. Once I too had a friend whom I trust most, with whom I want to spend my whole life but life is not always same for me it's like I died that day but I am still alive just because of my parents. They know my mental condition but they are silent about it. My father always accompany me in learning new things, my mother teach me how to cook. I spend my time mostly with them in the home I have no friend . I've one cousin who know my whole story and I hate the way she look at me with those pity eyes whenever we met , I hate when people pity me I even hate when my own parents pity me. The thoughts of being pitied is worst in this world. I want to forget about that night but my whole exsistance just make me remember. I just deserve it, I was the one who love him at the age when we were supposed to play with mud , I was the one who want him to be mine , It's just that I've committed a crime, a crime of loving someone who don't love you back , a crime of creating a barrier between two families. I still have no idea of my feelings towards him . I always wonder that it is actually love or just my childhood misunderstanding . Just because of me my aunt ( sister of my father) lost her son. He left them, he left me , he left all of us by saying that he loves someone else and he actually don't want to marry me and he'll never ever return to home. He don't want to marry me just because of a fucking business deals . Business deal seriously he thought that I want to marry him just to extend our business . I was not in the age to understand business then how am I supposed to marry him for business. Well I was also not in the age to love someone . Ahh ! Why me ! Why these thoughts always hunt me . Why my heart don't want to believe on this fucking story. I know him , he was not like that but why ! Why he did that to me . Why he left us just because he don't want me to be with him. I returned home , greet my parents and come up-stairs. Even my parents now stop asking the questions about my bad mood because they know about the shit called overthinking. After dinner my parents told me that tomorrow they are going to visit aunt's house because they've arranged a welcome party for their beloved son whom I hate , hate loving the most. I just hmmed as a response. Wait what welcome party for their son? How ? Is he there in city? I want to ask but I prefer to shut my mouth . They know I am not going anywhere and I've no friend to visit and I'm going to stay home all alone but what is tomorrow is going to be seen tomorrow. They offered to ask reya (my cousin) to stay with me but I just refused. The next day I and my father decided to do a walk till my university. On our way towards university we happen to pass by my aunt's house. She was watering her plants when we are passing by . We two greet her and she gave us her pretty eye smile. Her smile oh my God! no wonder why the smile of her son was too much beautiful to handle. Ah! Why why I'm thinking about him again. At university I can't stop myself from thinking about him , how much grown he is now ? Do he still remember me ? Should I go to the party ? After returning home I just slept knowing that my parents are going to their house at evening. I wake up by the voice of little knocking at my door , my mother told me that they are heading to aunt's house and told me to properly lock the door. After they left I lock the door and started scrolling through album just to distract myself but get bored too quickly.I put ramens on the stove and started cutting some vegetables. When I was busy in cutting vegetables I hear a knock at the door followed by the bell. I thought that maybe Eomma or Abba left something important there and they came to pick it up. I left the vegetables uncut and ramens on the stove uncooked and rush toward the door knowing nothing , what is waiting for me. When I open the door my eyes got stuck at the sight for at least 5 to 10 seconds. At first I thought that it is just my imagination but those eyes, those eyes are something that I know for a long time. My time got stuck there I didn't understand what was happening around , all I want is just want is to hug that man , all I want is to cry on his shoulder , he open his mouth to say something. I was waiting for his words to clarify that it's reality or just my imagination. y/n! all he said was. It take me a second to understand the situation and I just shut the door without any thoughts , knowing that I actually want to listen to him. I actually need him , he is all I want. I also don't know why I try to close the door as I was closing the door a hand come on it's way.