The Distance Between Us
I spotted Harsh near the elevator, his back tense as he spoke with a guy from our college. Their conversation looked heated, but before I could take a step forward-
A fist flew through the air.
The impact was brutal. The guy staggered back, his face twisted in shock.
A gasp rippled through the growing crowd.
I froze, my heart pounding. Harsh... hit him?
Before I could process what was happening, security guards rushed in, separating them. Harsh barely resisted, but his expression was unreadable-cold, detached.
I felt my feet move on their own as I followed the crowd outside.
The moment Harsh stepped past the mall entrance, his gaze swept the area-and landed on me.
Our eyes met.
A sharp shiver ran through my spine.
The warmth he once had for me was gone.
Instead, his stare was distant, cold, and unreadable. As if he was done with me
I parted my lips to say something, but the words never came.
"Shreya...?"
A voice behind me. My friend.
Something inside me snapped.
"Don't talk to me!" I shouted, my voice trembling with anger and guilt.
They flinched, eyes wide with regret.
"We didn't think things would go this far... We're sorry..."
But their apologies were just noise.
I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. I didn't have the energy to respond. I didn't care anymore.
Without another word, I turned and walked toward the exit-toward the one person I had lost.