Kamil

Hurt was getting overly familiar with my heart. It seemed to be all I got acquainted with lately. I stared at the wedding invitation card in my palm, wishing it was all a bad dream.

But the shiny diamond in my other hand was a harsh slap in my face each time I looked at it.

Fatima.

She had been my waking thought for a year now, and her face, eyes, and smile, were still freshly imprinted in my memory.

It seemed like the start to a beautiful love story. And it would have been, if she wasn't getting married in a week.

Fatima had been everything to me, and for a long while, I thought I meant the world to her.

I love you, K.

She said she loved me, and yet was set to marry someone in less than a week.

I might not have been the most knowledgeable on matters of the heart, but I definitely could smell a heart broken with lies when within range.

And my heart was reeking.