17

Hey, you’re back?”

“Yeah, I am,” Genie said to Clarissa as she walked into the dressing room.

After two weeks of moping around, she figured that the best thing she could do for herself was to throw herself back into work. She could not sit around waiting for things to fall into place or a miracle to happen.

That life was behind her now. Her only consolation was that it had been brief and that her brother could finish school without her worrying about his tuitions. Nothing else mattered. Not her feelings, not that memories, not Malik’s shirt she had mistakenly taken along with her. It didn’t matter too that she had haunted down every body spray that she thought would smell the same and when she did  not find it, she had decided not to wash the shirt.

Which, she knew was not going to give her closure but who would blame her for holding on to something? She had nothing left from their time together. He hadn’t even called her, hadn’t se