Siya's POV
We were sitting on the floor, chart paper spread between us, sketch pens scattered like fallen soldiers.Classroom decoration.
Something simple.Something harmless.
I had orange.Anisha had blue.
At first, it was fine.
Her colour crossed the border a little.Then mine did.
We laughed.Not loud laughs. Just those forced-but-okay laughs you give when you don't want to notice the tension growing.
Then my hand slipped again.
Orange crossed the line. Just a little.
I froze.
Anisha sighed—not loudly, not angrily—but the kind of sigh that carries more than breath.
"If you want to go somewhere," she said, eyes still on the chart,"or if you don't have time… you can just leave.There's no need to do it forcefully."
I looked at her.
The words felt… wrong.Not because of what she said—but because of what she meant.
"What do you mean?" I asked slowly.
She pointed at the paper."Can't you see? The colour is going out again."
I swallowed.
"I already told you," I said, trying to keep my voice normal,"I'm not good at this stuff."
She finally looked at me.
Her eyes weren't angry.They were sharp.
"Is it that you're not good at this," she asked quietly,"or you're just not good at this with me?"
Something snapped.Not loudly.Not dramatically.
Just… quietly.
I laughed—a short, confused laugh.
"Yeah," I said, nodding."Maybe you're right."
I stood up.
"Maybe I'm not good with you at this."
I picked up my bag."I'll call Shela. She'll help you better."
I expected her to stop me.
She didn't.
"Yes," she said immediately."Correct. At least she'll help me."
She paused.
"She'll be only for me.Not like… helping everyone."
That sentence burned more than it should have.
I turned back.
"Yes," I said calmly, coldly,"She'll be only for you. Because she knows she's your priority."
I could've stopped there.
I didn't.
"Should I call Disha too?" I added,"Your copyright twin—that's what you call each other, right?"
Her jaw tightened.
"Even though Shela doesn't like her," I said,"you're still with Disha the whole day."
She looked away. Then back at me.
"Yeah," she replied, sharper now,"me, Shela, Era—we all love Ayesha, right?"
My chest tightened.
"That's why," she continued,"whenever she asks you for help, you're always there."
And then—
"And that Siya from Div A," she added casually,"wow. Same name.You both are so close now."
That was it.
I placed the sketch pen down.Slowly. Carefully.
"You don't need me," I said quietly."You never did."
And I walked away.
Not because I hated her.But because if I stayed… I would've cried.
Anisha's POV
She left.
Just like that.
And all I could think was—So she really thinks she isn't special to me?
She is my friend.I want her with me. I want to be there for her too.
But I can see it—she doesn't tell me things anymore.And maybe… I don't either.
She isn't the same Siya I met before vacation—the girl who wanted to sit with me for hours, talk endlessly, laugh without checking time.
Now she's the same with everyone.Smiling. Joking. Helping.
It's not jealousy.I'm never alone.
But I want her.
She was there for me when Shela wasn't my best friend yet.She understood me without explanations.
Now… it feels like she's already halfway gone.
Maybe she doesn't want to stay.Maybe she's just finding reasons to leave.