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Why did I do that? Zarah smiled and told him she would see him tomorrow.

They shook hands and she left the room. There was something about her,
this doctor.
He knew she was hiding something from him, something about her

parents. Whatever the reason for her sadness, it only made her alluring and
desirable. Like an antique table that has character, the flaws—the tiny slit

marks on her wrists—made her more beautiful. The layers to Zarah made
her more intriguing. Even more beautiful than she was. For the first time

since he had woken up in the hospital, he felt better.
He was still dazed from the weed and the calm Zarah had helped instil in

him when he heard someone sobbing softly from the other side of the
curtain. He leant in the direction of the sound and saw Pihu’s father sitting
near her feet. Pihu was sleeping and so was her mom. The man just

caressed the toes of his little girl and kissed them lovingly, with tears in his
aching eyes. His eyes were pure, black sadness.

Dushyant’s breath stuck in his throat and he felt hollow inside. He
wondered what Pihu had. He put his head back on the pillow and wondered

if his dad would ever sit next to him and cry for having lost him.