Old Ties new wounds

Days passed by in a gentle blur. Myra had settled into a quiet rhythm at home, savoring every small moment with her family. The early morning chai with her mom, the endless jokes with Jasver, the peaceful calm of being back where her story began.

It was Sunday—a special day for her. Since childhood, church had always been her place of peace. A space where her soul could breathe. She dressed in a soft lavender kurta and tied her hair in a neat braid, ready for mass. But unlike her usual solo visits, this Sunday was different.

Everyone—Jade, Jean, Jasver, and even her mom—decided to join her. The pews were full, the church echoed with hymns and prayers, and for the first time in a long while, Myra felt a strange stillness settle inside her.

After the final prayer, she stepped outside into the courtyard, sunlight casting soft shadows across the stone tiles. That’s when she heard it—

“FINALLYYYYY—MY MYRA IS BACK!!”

Before she could turn, she was tackled into a tight hug by someone who smelled of vanilla body mist and wild childhood memories.

“Eda?” Myra gasped, smiling through the sudden wave of emotions.

“YES, idiot! I’ve missed you sooo much, you witch!” Eda squealed, hugging her even tighter. “Four freaking years and barely a text! No updates! And don’t even get me started on you and jiju—how is that Greek God of yours?! When are you getting married?! Tell me everything!”

Myra’s smile faltered just a little. She hadn’t prepared for this.

Eda didn’t know.

Didn’t know that Myra was no longer committed.

Didn’t know why she had truly cut off her friends.

Didn’t know about the pain she’d buried under designer dresses and Milan’s glamorous streets.

She blinked away the sting in her eyes and forced a soft laugh. “He’s… he’s doing well. We’re doing great,” she lied smoothly, hating every word that left her mouth.

Eda clapped her hands in joy, completely oblivious to the storm behind Myra’s eyes. “YESSS, I knew it! You two were goals—I swear!”

Myra looked away for a second, hoping the conversation would drift. But Eda wasn’t done.

“Oh—and listen! There’s a high school reunion next Sunday!” she squealed. “Resha and Sandra are flying in too. It’ll be just like old times!”

Myra’s heart sank. She wasn’t ready to face everyone. To answer questions. To pretend she was still whole.

“Ah, I don’t know, Eda… I might have work or—”

“NOPE,” Eda cut her off, hands on her hips. “You owe me. You’re coming. Even if I have to drag you there without telling you where we’re going.”

Myra laughed weakly. “You haven’t changed at all.”

Eda winked. “And you’ve got a lot of catching up to do, my dear fashion queen.”

Myra smiled, but deep inside, her heart was trembling.

She wasn’t sure if she was ready to face the ghosts of her past… but fate, it seemed, had other plans.

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