That night didn't end.
It stayed inside me… like a wound that refused to heal.
Her voice… "I don't feel anything"… kept echoing again and again.
But something inside me refused to believe it. Because her eyes never lied. And I had seen them… I knew what they felt.
The next day, everything felt empty.
The terrace was silent.
The house felt different.
Even the air between our rooms… felt broken.
I tried to act normal.
Tried to stay away.
Tried to forget.
But I couldn't.
By evening, something strange happened.
Their room door was slightly open.
Not fully… just enough to notice.
I don't know why… but my steps stopped there.
My heart started beating faster.
Something felt wrong.
And then… I heard voices.
Loud voices.
Her mother.
And Ammy.
They were arguing.
I had never heard her voice like that before.
"Why were you on the terrace?!" her mother shouted.
"I wasn't doing anything…" Ammy's voice was shaking.
"Don't lie to me!"
A loud sound followed.
Like something falling… or being thrown.
My heart dropped.
"I warned you!" her mother's voice was now filled with anger.
"You think I don't see everything?!"
"I didn't do anything wrong…" Ammy cried.
"Talking to him is wrong!"
"He is not for you!"
Every word hit me like a slap.
I stood there… frozen.
Unable to move.
Unable to leave.
Then… silence.
A dangerous silence.
And then… something I never expected.
"I already fixed your marriage."
Time stopped.
Everything inside me went numb.
"What…?" Ammy whispered.
"You heard me."
"Next month. You're getting engaged."
My body went cold.
"No… Mom please… I don't want—"
"You don't get to choose!"
Her voice was final.
Heavy.
Cruel.
Tears rolled down my eyes without me even realizing.
Marriage?
Next month?
Everything… was ending.
Right there.
Before it even began.
Inside the room, Ammy was crying.
Begging.
Trying to say something.
But her mother didn't listen.
"You will do what I say."
"And from today… no terrace, no outside, no talking to anyone!"
Footsteps.
Fast.
Angry.
Coming towards the door.
I stepped back instantly.
My heart racing.
The door opened.
Her mother walked out.
I quickly turned away… pretending I was just passing by.
But I could feel it.
Her eyes on me.
Sharp.
Suspicious.
Dangerous.
For a second… I thought everything was over.
But she said nothing.
She just walked away.
And I stood there… breathing heavily.
Shaking.
Broken.
After a few minutes… I slowly looked towards their room again.
The door was still open.
And inside…
She was sitting on the floor.
Crying.
Alone.
Completely broken.
That sight…
Destroyed something inside me.
I couldn't stay there.
I couldn't walk away either.
My legs moved on their own.
I stepped inside.
Slowly.
Carefully.
"Ammy…"
She looked up.
Her eyes red.
Tears still falling.
For a second… she just stared at me.
Like she didn't expect me to be there.
"Why are you here?" she whispered.
I didn't answer.
I just walked closer.
"I heard everything…"
Her expression changed instantly.
Fear.
Pure fear.
"You should go…" she said quickly.
"If mom sees—"
"I don't care."
My voice was firm.
Stronger than ever before.
"Is it true?" I asked.
She stayed silent.
"Are you really getting married?"
Tears rolled down again.
And that was my answer.
Something inside me broke completely.
"Why didn't you tell me?" my voice cracked.
"What would I say?" she whispered.
"That everything is over before it even started?"
Silence.
Heavy silence.
"I thought…" I stopped, trying to breathe, "I thought you felt something."
She looked at me.
Deep.
Painfully.
And then… she said—
"I do."
My heart stopped.
"But it doesn't matter."
Those words…
They hurt more than her lie.
"Nothing matters in front of my mom…" she continued.
"I don't have a choice."
I clenched my fists.
Anger building inside me.
"This is your life!" I said.
"You can't just—"
"I can't fight her!" she shouted.
For the first time.
Loud.
Broken.
"I've tried… you don't understand…" her voice cracked, "she won't let me live if I go against her…"
Tears.
Fear.
Helplessness.
Everything was real.
And for the first time…
I understood.
This wasn't just love.
This was war.
And we were already losing.
Before I could say anything—
We heard footsteps again.
Coming closer.
Her eyes widened.
"Go!" she whispered.
"Now!"
I didn't move.
"GO!" she almost pushed me.
I stepped back.
But this time…
I didn't feel scared.
I felt something else.
Something dangerous.
I looked at her one last time.
And said softly—
"I'm not giving up."
Her eyes filled again.
And before I could leave—
She whispered something that changed everything—
"They will take me away… next week."
My heart stopped.
Next week?
That soon?
Everything suddenly felt like it was slipping away.
Too fast.
Too soon.
I walked out.
But this time…
I wasn't broken.
I was angry.
And I knew one thing—
I won't let this end like this.
No matter what it takes.
Even if I have to go against everything.
Because this story…
Wasn't over yet.