There was a deep yearning in his heart and it grew even more desperate as if salvation was within this person.
This Malik Patel.
Anouk could not restrain himself. That was their relationship. He knew it too well.
They had met 10 years ago and for 10 years, he had shamelessly been the one clinging on to him, desperately holding on to that hand and begging.
"Mal…" He started and swallowed, "Malik, do you know how long I have been looking for you?" Like a crazy person, he had not been able to go home, just roaming around looking for him. No phone call, nothing.
"Six months and four days," Malik said calmly. His voice carried its usual gentle tilt.
Did you even miss me? Anouk wanted to ask but he held his tongue. He was afraid of the answer, afraid of the truth.
