"Were you going to stay at her place today?" Oliver asks while driving his car. "I told a thousand times to keep your inhaler always with you. Why did you even get into that conversation?"
"How long was I supposed to keep it a secret? Siya insisted. She's my best friend." I look at Oliver in the front mirror. He is too upset at me. I don't understand the reason. My vulnerability shouldn't hurt him this much.
Is it because I had a panic attack while telling the incident to my friends ? Or because he was too busy to pick me up from there? I forgot my inhaler at home. So I didn't have any other choice other than calling him.
He didn't speak a word the rest of the way. I get down from the car and request him not to tell momma about this. He sighs and then leaves.
Momma isn't at home. I stand at the front door thinking if i should use my spare keys. The idea of spending a night in the hospital with Parth keep hitting my mind. I so want to hold his hands and whisper in his ears, "Prove me that you've changed, I'm gonna love you again."
I'm in front of the cabin 403. The nurse said he's sleeping, but I lied to her that I have to deliver an important package to him. She lets me enter the room. Parth's sleeping. His baby face is shining as the bright moonlight lays on him through the window. Looks like all of his darkness is just gone. Here lies the boy I loved 2 years ago. I can't believe he once got overwhelmed with such loathsome habits. I thought he was pure, just like his baby face. I fought like a maniac with every single person who talked bad about him. I didn't know he did drugs, I just defended my love. Maybe I was blind, but it didn't turn wrong afterall. The moment I learned he was a crackhead, I felt deceived. But now, I think I should be relieved. He's gonna have a fresh start now. At a new town, at a new school. I'm here to make it easy, not complicated anymore. The past should just be in the past.
I walk out of the door and call Oliver.
"Hey, Oliv."
"Tarish? Are you okay? Why are you crying?"
"Do you think Tamaya would be with us today if she had just gone to a rehab?"
"What are you talking about?"
I wipe my eyes and sit on a bench. The moon is peeping through the window. I feel like it's laughing on me, mocking me.
"People said she became a junkie. We didn't pay for her expenses and that's why she left home. We should have taken her to a rehab, shouldn't we?"
"Tarish, we don't know till this day if she really left the home or got abducted! Can you please get a hold of yourself?"
"I wonder how the rehab worked to wonderfully. Maybe it could give my little sister back to me just like him."
"Try to breath slowly. Do you have your inhaler with you now?"
"I do. Thanks for listening to me. I'm going to sleep now."
I hang up. I should have bought a gift for Tamaya. It's her 14th Birthday tomorrow.