The Art Of Letting Go.

TAOLG 5.

And so, that was that.

Danny and Tatia soon became the love birds of our school - perfect couple, perfect pair. While I - I just became a tag-along. I accompanied them on dates, took photos for them to upload it on Facebook and Instagram to show off their love, watched them kiss and do sappy things in public that sappy couple did. In short, I became the third wheel.

And it didn't feel good at all.

As months passed by, their love just grew stronger and Danny's visit to our house inscreased; basically to my room as my parents didn't know about Tatia's relationship and thought it was friendship. So, I became the witness of various intimacy between the too. Danny treated her with lovely gifts and let her ruin his favourite blue shirt when she was sad and needed to cry. Of course I got jealous here and there. Of course, I wanted to be in Tatia's place. It wasn't really easy seeing your love or crush date right in front of your eyes, with a person you happen to care and love. I sadly watched them hold hands and walk in the hallway at school. And when he leans forward to plant a kiss on her forehead to drop her off at her class - I swear my soul dies a thousand deaths at that time.

I was sound asleep when my iPhone vibrated under the sheets, signalling call. Groaning, I lazily hit the green button without even checking the caller.

"Nicky!" It was Danny's urgent voice that shot me out of sleep mode.

"Danny!" I groaned again, and checked the time, "What are you doing up so late at three in the morning?" I literally shouted.

"Nicky, I need your help."

Ugh, not again. I was fed up with Danny asking me for help to impres Tatia. Like, for God's sake, she is already your girlfriend, why on Earth do you need to impress your girlfriend? If anyone, I guess it was I who was in desperate need of some help to impress a guy. I grunted and turned on my back.

"What now? Can't you just disturb Tatia at night instead of me?" I whined.

"No," he bluntly stated.

I blinked a few times at how rude he sounded. It hurt. It hurt how much he loved Tatia, and not me.

"Well, listen," he continued when I didn't speak. He didn't even have the odesity to apologise, at the least. It stings, really. "It's Tatia's birthday in three days and I can't really decide what to gift her. And as you are her sister and closest companion, I thought . . ."

Wow. Just wow, Danny. Hats off to you. Danny had never, ever planned or thought this much for me on my birthday. Not that it was really necessary, but I was his best friend. I was hurt and I was so, so, so angry at him at the moment that I didn't know why, tears rolled out. I had no idea why. All I knew was that it hurt too bad; to see someone you love care for some another you love. With rage and courage, I hung up on him. Yes, I did. I switched off my phone, threw it aside on the bed and burried my face into the pillow.

And silently, I cried.

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- kajree.