"You don’t understand, Ayan," I sigh. "I _have_ to be perfect. I have to be."

"But why?"

"Because if I don’t my parents came down here to England for nothing. Okay?"

He frowns slightly. "What? Noor," he lets out a small huff. "My parents are immigrants too y’know?"

"Yeah but you’re the second youngest out of five siblings." I stand up from the lunch table. "They’re all already so successful. Your family is filled with doctors, lawyers, business owners-"

"Yeah but that doesn’t mean I don’t have any pressure. I mean, my parents are pushing me to get married! That’s why we’re doing this whole fake dating thing in the first place-"

"I’m not saying that you don’t have any pressure on you," I cut him off gently. "I’m saying that- That I have the need-" I stutter. "I have to be perfect. My parents had these big dreams for me and now I can’t-" I sigh. "Ever since I fell ill it’s like they’ve given up on me. They had dreams for me, Ayan. Big dreams and now I- Now I can’t even speak without stuttering. Do you know how pathetic that is?"

"Noor.." he sighs.

I inhale. "I have to go now. I got class," I take my bag and leave him in the lunch hall.

(Based off of my WIP)