I was still hurting after the breakup, but I had no idea something worse was coming.
A text popped up.
From an unknown number. His friend.
"Tumko pata bhi hai Armaan ne apne saath kya kiya?"
"Do you even know what he did to himself?"
My heart stopped.
I replied instantly —
"Kya hua? Batao."
"Usne apne aap ko hurt kiya hai. He's in the hospital."
For a second, I couldn't even breathe.
I kept staring at the screen like the words weren't real.
I typed — "Kahan? Konsa hospital?"
He told me the name. I didn't wait. I just went.
I didn't care what time it was, what I was wearing, or who would see me.
I just wanted to see him. Just wanted to know he was okay.
But when I got there…
They didn't let me meet him.
"He needs rest."
"He's not in the condition to meet anyone."
"He doesn't want to see anyone right now."
Not even me.
That hurt more than anything else.
I didn't argue. I didn't create a scene.
I just stood there — quietly — staring at a closed door.
The person I loved was on the other side.
But this time, I couldn't reach him. Not with texts, not with tears, not even with love.
And that silence broke something inside me.
Days passed. And finally… he recovered.
The moment I found out, I went to see him.
Maybe I thought he'd smile seeing me. Maybe I hoped for a hug.
But all I got was cold silence.
He ignored me.
Didn't look. Didn't speak.
Just turned away like I was nobody.
I went home and texted him.
No reply.
When I checked again, I was blocked.
That one notification-less screen hurt more than any fight we ever had.
I felt like I lost him forever.
But then… on the 8th May , a message came.
He had unblocked me.
"Let's be friends."
I didn't know what to say. My heart was still healing. But I replied.