Don't move on, without me.
Syeds pov
I was bored out of my mind, thinking about him, i needed to do something that would take my mind off of him, off of our special times together, off the fact that i'm living a lie. I strolled over to the window, just to look out to the daylight, it was dark in my room even though the lights where on, he was the only person who could light it up.
I held back the black curtains that hung lazily over the double glazed windows that where my way of escaping without literally escaping, if you know what I mean. My eyes flittered lazily over the various citizens of albert square,the cafe,the queen vic, which was closed due to forensic stuff, and then, thats when i saw something that made my stomach churn, made me incapable of breathing.
Christian was with somebody else, huddled together on Arthurs bench, i couldn't stand there and watch whoever that man was Touch and hold Christian, cradle him, make him laugh. How dare he, that man out there was doing all the things i longed to do in public with him, in private with him even, for so long... I couldn't watch, he was My baby. I HAD to do something.
I grabbed my coat, and ran down the stairs, two by two and was stopped in my tracks by her. She emerged from the kitchen, a big grin on her face "babeeeeeeeeee.......dinners almost ready" I breathlessly told her i couldn't stop, an emergency had occurred at the unit and they needed an extra pair of hands. Her face fell "again?" she looked disappointed. "Yes! Again Amira... Now MOVE!" I shoved her slightly, i didn't care, I had to get out there and confront Christian. She silently retreated back to the kitchen, feeling surprised, i expect, at my outburst.
I ran across the square to where Christian sat with that, that BEAST. I had startled them both but Christian jumped up quickly. "Syed, what do you want?" he'd said fiercely, his voice full of bitterness and anger. I was well and truly taken aback. "Excuse me a second, babe" he'd told the beast. I felt a pang of jealousy surge through me. When he was with me, he called me babe, now i had the person i loved calling somebody else that, the word rung in my ears.
We walked over to just outside the park. "WHAT EXACTLY WAS THAT ABOUT?" my ex lover fumed, his eyes red with rage. It saddened me to think he could get that angry with me. My lips quivered as I tried to open my mouth to answer, i was choked, i couldn't speak, i never even knew he had the capability to speak to me like that. I found my voice: "i never knew you... could, move on from me.. this quickly" "Move on from you? There wasn't much of you, it was borrowed time syed,how long do you think i could have kept this up? I loved you.. LOVED. The day you married that Bitch, was the day you forgot about me, remember that Syed masood." I tried to make sense of what was being said, i can't believe he would say that to me. I stuttered out my next sentence "bu...bu...Christian, what do you mean? I never meant to marry her, i did it under pressure, you know, I Love..You, Christian Clarke" He stared at me, he knew that I meant it, but he stuck by his guns, looking me in the eye "Now if you'll excuse me... I'd like to get back to my Boyfriend" he spat.
I walked away, tears stinging my eyes, the whole conversation on replay in my mind, fighting was useless, and besides, i didn't want to hurt him anymore than I had a week ago at my wedding. Knowing full well, that however much I tried to escape, I had made my bed, and had to lie in it, forever. Don't move on, i sighed.. not without me..