Trust me
Author's pov-
The night felt heavier than usual. A suffocating silence stretched between them, filling the room with something neither of them knew how to escape—years of longing, pain, and love unspoken.
Divya sat on the edge of her bed, her fingers digging into the soft fabric of her blanket. She should have told him to leave. She should have kept her walls up. But she didn’t.
Purv stood near her bookshelf, his fingers grazing over the spines of her books. He had been silent for a long time, but his presence was louder than anything she had ever heard.
Then, finally—
“I don’t expect you to forgive me,” he said, his voice low, steady. “I don’t expect you to trust me overnight.” He turned to face her. “But I need you to know, Divya… I’m not leaving again.”
Her throat tightened. She wanted to push him away, to tell him it was too late, but the words wouldn’t come. Because deep down, a part of her had been waiting for this. For him.
“I hate you,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I hate that you left. I hate that you made me love you when you never planned to stay.”
Purv swallowed hard, stepping closer. “I hated myself for leaving you.”
Divya’s breath hitched. He sat down in front of her, so close she could see the weight of his emotions in his eyes.
“I tried, Divya. I tried to let you go. I convinced myself you were just a phase, that what we had wasn’t real. But it was a lie. It was always a lie.” His fingers curled into fists. “I never stopped loving you.”
Tears welled up in her eyes, but she shook her head. “I don’t know how to do this again, Purv. I don’t know if I can survive it if you leave again.”
“I won’t.”
“How do I believe that?”
Purv exhaled sharply. And then, without hesitation, he reached for her hand.
Divya flinched but didn’t pull away.
“I’ll prove it to you,” he said, voice unwavering. “Every single day, for as long as it takes. I’ll remind you why it was always us. Why it will always be us.”
She closed her eyes as a tear slipped down her cheek. His thumb brushed it away, his touch lingering against her skin.
“Don’t cry,” he whispered.
“I don’t know how to stop.”
Purv cupped her face gently, his forehead resting against hers. “Then let me hold you through it.”
And for the first time in five years, Divya didn’t push him away.