Laila sat on the swing with her hands wrapped around a warm mug of turmeric milk. She wasn't drinking it but simply holding it. Her legs curled up beneath her while her hair falling loose around her shoulders and her eyes open yet absent. She looked like someone who was present yet absent. The screen door creaked and she didn't look up because it was only going to be him.
Mihir's presence was always unmistakable. He sat down beside her on the swing not saying anything for a while. "You should be sleeping," Laila said eventually in her low tone and Mihir shrugged, "Could say the same to you" but Laila didn't respond which lead to the return of the silence. "You know I can't just sit around and do nothing," he said and paused, "He's still walking around breathing like he didn't rip you apart piece by piece".
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