Can you mend my broken heart?

He saw her straddling in a not so straight line.

Her gait was all wobbly and loopy like she was all demented. He saw her holding her head with her palm and then she covered her mouth with her hands.

He knew that she was to puke any moment and fall down. So he inched a bit closer and saw her fidgeting with her bag and he immediately understood that she had lost her room key.

Before he could decide or debate with himself as to what to do, he saw her leaning on the door with her head as support. He knew that he had to move in, so he ran and grabbed her waist and scooped her towards his room door.

She didn't have the faintest idea as to what was happening to her. The only thing that she was aware was of that warm comfortable embrace that made her feel like that she was home.

Holding her all tight and steady, he helped her enter his room and once he did, he immediately took her to the washroom.

She belched her insides the moment she entered the washroom, but that didn't disgust him even one bit. He held her the whole time, supporting her in every possible manner. He pulled her hair back softly so as to not to have them ruined in her vomit with his one hand. With the other hand of his, he gently caressed her back to make her feel all better and comfortable.

Once she was done, he took out a face towel and made it wet by pouring some water over it and then wiped her entire face with it to make her feel fresh. But somehow it didn't help her much. All dazed out, she put her entire body weight on him and hugged him tightly.

Taking a deep breath he checked his watch.

It was already 11.45 pm.

He knew that if he put her to sleep, then in no way she would be able to wake up in time for her meeting, So first he took out his phone and wallet and placed it on the sink and then he lifted her up and took her inside his shower cubicle.

While adjusting the temperature of the water, he looked at her.

Her face rested all peacefully on his chest like that of a baby in deep sleep. He removed a few strands of stray hair which was on her face and tucked them underneath her ears. He didn't know what captivated him and suddenly his lips moved and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

The moment his lips touched her skin, he could see her lips curling into a smile and she hugged him even tighter.

Running his finger on her face, he muttered,

"Can you stop loving me this much?"

"Mmm...", she mumbled and then taking a deep breath she said,

"Don't leave me now".

"I won't".

"Why you keep testing me like this. You still feel I don't love you enough?", saying that she opened her half dazed eyes and tried hard to look at him,

"I am not testing you. I don't need to test you. I am testing myself".

"Then why won't you touch me when I am so, so, so close to you?", saying that she struggled to capture his hand and then placed it on her chest.

She didn't know what she had done.

She didn't know the amount of fuel that she had put into the fire, the fire that was still burning deep inside him.

So without saying a word, he switched on the water to shower mode.