Perfume - Chapter 16

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"I'm back with Wajd" 

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It's been 3 weeks. 3 awful, dreadful weeks since that incident. I'm hurt, sad, angry, and alone. I haven't been myself since that day, I would always snap at people and I would get mad at the slightest of things. I stopped confiding in people, I lost the most dear person to me. I feel lost. Thank god I've had Laith to help me. Yes, you read right, Laith Sara's brother. He picked the broken pieces of my heart, glued them together, and gave it to me. He's been the second closest person to me after Bandar. 5alid never visited us since that day, and Fahad was busy being Fahad. To understand my situation I have to take you back. Back to that horrible day:



-3 weeks ago-


"I'm back with Wajd"

"Wha-aa-t??" I asked shocked, I stopped hugging him immediately.

"I think you heard me, but I'll say it again. I'm back with Wajd" he replied coldly not looking into my eyes.

"Why?" I said with a hint of anger detectible in my voice.

"I love her" he said.

"No you don't, you got over her. She broke your heart." I stated, my voice rising.

"A person can forget another person's faults when they're in love." keeping his cool.

"Yeah when their loved one bought the wrong type of cheese, or when they forgot to text back, but not when they cheat. WAJD FREAKIN' CHEATED ON YOU!!" I burst.

"I know, and I'm willing to get past that" he replied.

"But.. but.. she cheated, you were heartbroken. You wouldn't eat, you wouldn't sleep, it was as if you were a walking corpse. Remember when I used to force you to eat and play with me until you got better? Don't do this to yourself, you won't be able to handle it. Trust me."

"I won't be able to handle it or YOU won't be able to handle it" he asked.

"What are you implying?" I said angrily.

"Maybe you're just jealous, maybe you don't want me to go back to her 'cause you're afraid that I'm going to leave you. Maybe you want to be with me. Maybe you love me." he spoke truthfully.

"I'm NOT jealous, and I'm definitely not afraid. As for loving you; yeah I love you but ONLY as a brother! I'm worried about you, I don't want you to get hurt." I justified.

"I don't need a babysitter. You're just a kid."

"I AM NOT A KID!! I CAN TAKE CARE OF MYSELF!! I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP OR YOUR FREAKIN PROTECTION IF YOU'RE GOING TO ACT THAT WAY!" I screamed.

"Fine. Then I think it's best if we don't talk." he decided.

"What do you mean?" I asked hesitantly.

"I think we shouldn't be friends anymore. You don't need my protection and I don't need your help and worries" he justified.

"FINE! I wouldn't want to be friends with a jerk like you anyways"

"Bye Shahad." he said as he walked away. Away from me, away from our friendship, away from everything we ever shared.



I ran to the swings in the garden and sat on one of them crying my eyes out. I didn't want to go upstairs and face the girls. I cried and cried and cried until there were no tears left in my eyes to cry. I felt like a mourning wife after the death of her beloved husband. But instead of the dying husband it was a dying friendship. Why did I agree to stop talking to him? How will I live? I've depended on him for so long that I forgot how to stand on my two feet.

I sat on the swings for hours, thinking, doubting, and analysing what happend. Until I felt someone sitting on the swing next to mine. I turned my head to find Laith.

"Halla" he said with a smile.

"Ahlan" I replied trying to smile but my lips were failing me.

"Shahad ana aby a3t'thr 3n elly 9ar mn zman. Ma kan ga9dy a39b 3alaik enty w Sa3ad, ana al7een fahamt ena 3ela8atkm 3ela8at a5wan w ana asef marra." he apologised.

"La 3ady. Ma y7taj tet2asaf, I get what you're coming from."

"Shokran. Soulfy 3alay, aish a5er a5bark" he said, his smile never leaving his face. That's when I remembered the fight I had with Sa3ad, and the waterfalls began.

"SHAHD?? SHFEEK 9AYER SHAY?" he stood up worried, carried me, sat me on the grass next to him, and hugged me. I wouldn't talk, I just kept weeping.

"Shahad you can tell me, I promise I'll keep an open mind." he said sincerely. And I told him, I told him about everything that has resulted to the fight. He just sat there quietly, listening intently to what I was saying while hugging me.

When I was done with the story, he wiped my tears and said:

"5ala9 Shahad, la t9ee7een. Ma yswa t9ee7een 3alla wa7ed ma y3rf geemtk. Shh.. 5ala9"

"Bs he left." I said still not believing.

"W etha he left? You shouldn't care. Ma yswa 7etta ta36eena wagtk, dam ena kan sahel 3alaih ena ynsak ajal ensaaih la t'htamain lh. W ana bakon 9deegk w your protector w your hero bidalh w bakoun a7san mnh b mlyoun marra. Le2anny a3rf geemtk w gadrek w a3rf enk mn a7san el banat w maby t'6ee3 mny el for9a eny akoun greeb mnnk. So Shahad, will you be my friend?" he spoke with an air of confidence that left me in awe of him.

"I'd love that." I replied.

He hugged me again and we stayed that way, chatting through the night.

-End of flashback-



Laith truly helped me through the Sa3ad thing. Bandar and Sara know that I'm talking to Laith and they're okay with it. I'm beginning to see him in a new light; I once despised him and hated the way he treated me, but I now think that he's the best thing that has ever happened to me. I hope we stay like this forever.

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