Hayat's POV

'Hayat, I want to say something', Murat texted me after 6 months of separation.

My mind was frozen and my throat became tight. I didn't realize I was crying until tears fell on my screen.

With trembling hands, I replied to him, 'Ha?' (yes?)

'Please forgive me, if I have ever hurt you', he replied after a few minutes.

And welp! The teardrops turned into a fountain.

"Hayat! Take control over yourself and talk to him properly", I scolded myself and tried to get myself together.

After a minute or so when I was in control again, I replied to him, 'There's nothing like that. I'm surprised you still remember me.'

'Why wouldn't I? It's just that, someone made me miss you a lot.'

'And who's that?'

'Just someone. I'm sorry.'

'You didn't do anything to hurt me.'

'I didn't reply to your last message sent for my birthday.'

'It had a reason behind it.'

'What?'

'You wanted to stay away from me and maintain a distance between us.'

'I keep my distance from everyone, not just you.'

'To paas aaye kyu the?' (Then why did you come close?) Tears rolled down my cheeks as I sent him.

'That's the thing I came to apologize for. I think maybe, I'm a little late now. But still, I hope that you will forgive me.'

I closed my eyes and hugged my knees, sobbing in silence.