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·Chapter Twenty-Two·

*Luna*

As I stepped out of the shower, I heard someone singing in another room and recognized that heavenly sound coming from Amir. He was singing a beautiful song from his homeland and sounded like he was in his living room. I ran downstairs and stared at him, while he continued singing in his dining room, his gaze my way.

Chase was outside doing yard work, and Sarah was in her bedroom playing with her cute little dolls. It's the Friday before Memorial Day, and we made plans to have a barbecue with Chase's work buddies and their families at a local park. Then tomorrow Sarah and I will drive to Houston to see Liberty and Ahmed; Chase had a work obligation he had to tend to.

If Amir is around (which was inevitable), I could show him around Houston and browse the small neighborhood I lived in before moving to Louisiana.

This Memorial Day was planned differently, and if I'd let Chase have his way, the both of us would be getting married in just a few days. I was glad I persuaded him to change his mind and think about things a lot more. I wanted time to sort out my feelings and not rush into a marriage straight away. I wanted everything to be perfect, and go like we'd planned.

However, seeing Amir now had my heart racing again. I hated having to postpone meeting him, but it had to be done. The day that we meet I want nothing to be in the way. Plus, I won't mind showing my city in person for once, possibly standing several feet apart. Of course, I would have the issue of Chase or anyone else conjuring up conspiracy theories of who he is.

But I came up with a plausible excuse. Well, not really an excuse, but a reason why anyone would notice me hanging out with Amir. I would mention that I was showing a nice tourist around The Big Easy since he didn't know much about America. But I also know how people can be and become judgemental at the first sight of him. Luckily, I'm not that way and never will be.

Maybe in a few weeks, Amir and I won't think of each other in a romantic way anymore. I'm not sure how the future will go. I just know that the both of us need to make our connection work, and the only way to do that was to let go. Neither of us should hold the other down on whatever we wanted or needed in life. It almost killed me to tell him the other day that we needed to stop what we have, but I had to do it. He would've continued living with that small hope of us, and I couldn't let that happen. I would be devastated if he lived his life alone because he didn't move on. Any sensible person would do that for someone they truly care about.

I shook those thoughts out of my mind and gazed back at Amir standing in his kitchen. He was wearing a brown shirt and tan slacks with brown shoes, and a brown tie. He must have plans for his evening since it was after eight pm here. He turned the volume up on his song that was on the radio and smiled my way while translating the music for me.

He doesn't realize that I know Urdu now. I've listened to many songs, watched a lot of Lollywood films (which have turned out to be my favorite thing to watch, aside from Bollywood and my love for Bride and Prejudice), and I've started understanding his language by tunning into his mind, one of the best telepathic perks ever. He was the most beautiful soul I'd ever had the pleasure of being acquainted with, and I loved knowing how he was and what made him the happiest.

When the song finished, he shifted closer to me and reached for my hand, bringing it up to his lips. Then I murmured something to him in Urdu, and it surprised him. It was like he was an alien who had a different language, and he heard it from the mouth of someone who wasn't like him.

Coming close to his ear, I whispered, "Tumhaari aawaaz khud hi mauseeqi hai." He smiled and laughed a little.

What I said translated to, 'Your voice itself is music.' I could sense it made him warm and fuzzy inside. He was shy when it came to anyone hearing him sing.