Lost Emotions

Lost Emotions

Part : 1

The first time Aisha met Rayan, she was running late for her literature class. She had stormed into the library, looking for a book her professor had assigned. In her rush, she collided with a young man who had been standing by the bookshelf, sending his books flying to the ground.

“Are you always this reckless?” the man had asked, brushing off the dust from his novel.

Aisha had blushed. “Only when I’m late.”

That was the beginning of everything.

Rayan was not like other boys she knew. He was quiet, yet his eyes spoke volumes. He had a habit of scribbling in a small notebook, lost in his world of thoughts. Aisha, on the other hand, was vibrant—she loved to talk, to laugh, to dream. Despite their differences, they found comfort in each other’s company.

Their love blossomed in the pages of books, in whispered conversations at the back of the library, in stolen glances across the university corridors. Rayan became Aisha’s safe place, her anchor. And for a while, it felt like nothing could go wrong.

Part : 2

But life has a way of testing love.

After graduation, reality knocked on their door. Rayan wanted to be a writer; Aisha had dreams of working in the corporate world. Their paths, once intertwined, now seemed to stretch in different directions.

One evening, as they sat by the lake—where they often met to talk about their dreams—Aisha noticed the distant look in Rayan’s eyes.

“You’ve been quiet lately,” she said, her voice soft.

Rayan sighed. “I’ve been thinking… about us, about the future.”

Aisha’s heart clenched. “What about us?”

He hesitated before speaking. “We are different, Aisha. You want stability, a structured life. I—” he ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. “I live in a world of uncertainties. I can’t promise you a life without struggles.”

She held his hand. “I never asked for certainty, Rayan. I asked for you.”

A sad smile touched his lips. “What if one day, love is not enough?”

That night, Aisha went home with a heavy heart, feeling like she was holding sand in her hands—no matter how tightly she gripped, it kept slipping away.

Part : 3

The breakup wasn’t immediate. It happened slowly, like a book where the words start fading until the pages are blank.

Calls became less frequent. Meetings were cut short. Conversations felt forced.

Then, one day, Rayan stopped answering her calls altogether.

Aisha didn’t understand what hurt more—the silence or the fact that he never gave her a reason.

She tried to move on, burying herself in work, convincing herself that Rayan had been just a chapter in her life, not the whole story. But every now and then, she would catch herself looking at an old text, a picture, a memory she wished she could erase.

Time passed, but some wounds refused to heal.

Part : 4

Two years later, fate played its cruel trick.

Aisha was walking through a bookstore when she saw his name on a book cover.

"Lost Emotions" by Rayan Ahmed.

Her breath hitched. Hands trembling, she picked up the book and flipped to the first page.

For the girl who taught me love but never knew why I left.

Her heart pounded. She bought the book without a second thought and rushed home, her mind spinning.

That night, she read the book in one sitting. It wasn’t just a novel—it was their story. Every page, every emotion, every heartbreak mirrored their past. But it was the last chapter that shattered her.

“I never wanted to leave her, but when I found out my days were numbered, I couldn’t let her watch me fade away. So, I chose to disappear. I chose to let her hate me rather than see her in pain. But if I could turn back time, I would have stayed.”

Tears blurred her vision as she re-read the words.

Rayan had been sick. That’s why he left.

Aisha couldn’t breathe.

She had spent years resenting him, aching for closure, not knowing that he had been fighting a battle he never wanted her to see.

The next morning, she found his publisher’s contact in the book and asked for his whereabouts.

“Rayan?” the woman on the other end said sadly. “I’m sorry, but he passed away last year.”

Aisha felt the world around her collapse.

She had lost him. Truly lost him.

And the worst part? She never got to tell him that she would have chosen him—despite everything.

Part : 5

A month later, Aisha stood by his grave, holding a copy of his book close to her heart.

The wind whispered through the trees as if carrying his voice.

“I forgive you, Rayan,” she whispered, tears streaming down her face. “And I hope… wherever you are, you know that I loved you till the very end.”

As she placed a single white rose on his grave, she realized something—love never truly disappears. It lingers, in memories, in words, in the spaces between what was said and what was left unsaid.

And sometimes, love’s final chapter is not about moving on.

It’s about remembering.