It was easier said than done.

To say that Yash was restless would be a blatant understatement.

He tried so hard to sleep, but he just couldn't. It was hard enough trying to sleep knowing Aarti was in the hospital, but with overwhelming journal entries, he just couldn't sleep. The doctors were optimistic, that Aarti was out of danger. But she still did not show any signs of waking up. He rolled over to her side of bed, seeking comfort in the fading scent of light mint and lavender.

He missed her so much.

Her eyes so hazel dancing in mirth, her ability to see the best in people, her smile that could light the room she steps in, the slight dimple in her left cheek just below her lips.

He missed it all.

Now, her eyes are closed, there was no smile nor a dimple in her face. She lied still and it broke his heart.

His eyes involuntarily went to the chest drawer that held her journal.

He felt like a bastard to read it, but it was the only way to feel close. To her. And he wanted it. Yearned it, in fact.

Convincing himself that he was not doing anything wrong, he got up and went to the chest. He hesitated only but a moment before he picked up the journal and placed himself comfortably on the bed. He carefully turned the pages as if he was afraid that the words could fly away.

Absurd, he knew.

He opened the entry that he was to read.

Dearest Arpita,

Do you remember the day that we entered the college first?

How we worked hard to take the same course. It was wonderful, wasn't it? Always together. The same hostel room, the same class, the same friends. It was a dream come true. But it was also the day we came to the hardest realisation that there was whole other world outside our safety bubble. It was a cold splash of water over our dreams. Things were never the same. We did not have the same leisure time that we had in school, despite the board exams.

But the three years were filled with bittersweet memories. Some overwhelmingly good, some overwhelmingly bad.

And we finally realised it was life.

I am sorry for the short entry, but I have to go now, unless we want a tug of war between Palak and Ansh.

Those two would make my hairs turn grey at the rate they are going.

Yours

Aarti

The entry was short. As if she wanted to say something, but was hesitant. And there was no entry about the mysterious guy.

Yash was afraid that he was going mad over something that happened a long time ago. But it still bothered him that Aarti might still be in love with this guy. And also, why the eff did she marry that bastard?

Ugh! At the rate he was going, he might end being admitted in a mental hospital.

And he was not certainly fond of that idea.

He longed for Aarti. To finally hold her in his arms. To kiss her senseless and recite that he loved her over and over again.

But what if she did not love him?

What if she was in love with the mysterious guy still?