Spaces Between Us

Three.

I was finally resolving to not stumble upon my own thoughts and going to believe the reality standing before my eyes. My fears rebelled under the curtains of concealing lies as the psycho stood before piercingly staring at me. For few seconds, I convinced myself that he was just a fragment of my imagination and nothing else but the way his disgusting smirk deepened slicing my abstraction, I knew he was real and everything together with him. The night was real.

I gaped around swiftly not wanting to find anyone catching him there therefore leading to the total disaster of my best friend's happiest occasion, I understood there's no other escape than getting an upper hand on the situation.

"Why on earth are you here?" Bunching the shirt around his bicep, I dragged him nearer to the door from where spotting us was a little difficult.

He stood silent staring at me with the same intensity before I dragged him here escalating my irritation.

"Has the cat got your mouth?" I whisper yelled. "Listen, I don't know what is going on in your mind and trust me, I'm least interested to find that out right now. Just leave, okay?"

Without an actual answer he walked a step closer to me folding arms across his chest. Insanity in the air.

"Wh-what?" I questioned faking my courage.

"I thought you were smarter than this. I thought you disliked trouble. But no... I see now you like inviting them." His alcohol mixed breath touching my skin.

"I.. don't understand?" I was great of an actress to hide my timidity.

"Of course you don't. Wait.." he quickly inserted hand into his pocket to grasp his iPhone out of it. "Some quick recap?" I lowered my eyes as he kept hunting through his digital brick.

"I went to your hospital. I had an appointment and I verrryyy sweetly like..absolute sweetly offered you a proposition and you said you'd stand by it. I trusted you and left and later on I end up receiving this email from the hospital sending me my therapy schedule. Are we even serious?" He had a hint of rage in those eyes while I wanted to hide under the nearest table.

"We can discuss this tomorrow..you know." I whispered, not sure if he heard.

"You really think so?" He smirked gazing at the direction where all the happiness was being celebrated and I flinched at the thought of his upcoming cruelty.

"L-listen. Don't even think of causing a mess here." I raised my brows with my heart beating ever so fast. His smirk fell the moment he looked into my eyes and the look in them expressed he kind of hated what he saw. Hated me? Of course you, Nandini. He spoilt his plan. He placed his giant palm beside my ear on the wall and my eyes traveled to that direction and back at him.

"Listen you, Ms. Smart-mouth, if you think coming here and creating a scene would serve my purpose then I'm sorry to burst your bubble, you are extremely mistaken. I can think of thousand other worse ways. So please..." he folded his hands before me. "Please, don't push my buttons. I don't know how you're going to solve the problem you have dragged me into but you are not getting to see my face from tomorrow let alone the therapy. So do whatever the fuck you want to." He moved away and the spot instantly seemed extra chilly. He went away without sparing a last glance at anything around and I watched his disappearing frame as he banged the door shut causing an earth shaking thunder. My back touched the wall all slouched and few quick short breaths helped me gain my senses back.

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I was in my usual sweat shirt and track pants while doing my usual running at the morning swinging my high knotted ponytail and some good music keeping the spirit high. I always was a fan of running in the morning not only because of the peace and all that but because it always taught me to push forward from the very beginning of the day, like a discipline. My legs automatically started pacing a bit faster as I observed a certain somebody following my track. It never happened before. She was a lady and in hood which made her double doubtful. I took the sudden curves while running at the usual park circling the lake so as to evade her eyes and after a while when I got satisfied that she no longer was following me, I stopped panting bending low resting palms on my knees.