Short Stories of INFATUATION!

Psithurism II

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I'm back with the next part. I haven't done any proofreading, so there might be some mistakes. Beforehand sorry. Hopefully, y'all will enjoy it. So, let's dive into the story without wasting any time.

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With the chaotic psithurism swirling, I approached the so-called Amish who was typing furiously something on his phone as if his life depended on it. He has an angry yet cute little pout adorning his face along with a frown. Guess, he is furious at me and my decision, which is understandable, but he took my words wrong. And I need to clear this. Let's do this!

"Urh-mm"

I cleared my throat to gain his attention, but he didn't pay any. Try again Yuvi! 

"Urh-mmm! Uh-huh!", I again cleared my throat this time more loudly but to my disbelief, he didn't even look at me. Is he deaf or what? Of course not, he's ignoring you.

"Urrh-mmm. Uhu huh. Uh-huh!" I tried again and this time I started coughing badly. Damn!

But guess what, it worked. He immediately shot back," Why are you coughing here? I am ignoring you, can't you get it? Go, Goddess! Forgive your molester..." but his phone buzzed off interrupting him. His expression suddenly changed from angry to a hopeful one on glancing at the phone. He picked up the call at a lightning speed, almost like a leopard. Woah! It seems his life does depend on this call.

"He... Hello Trisha! I want...", he started talking the next minute he picked up the call but only to get cut off by the person on the other side. In the next few minutes, I saw a maze of emotions playing on his face starting from hopeful to clueless to eager for explaining himself to helpless to grim in the end. He couldn't get any chance of stating his part and stood there receiving all the words from the other end, with tears brimming in his almond-shaped eyes. And soon his call ended and he sat down on the bench behind him by burying his head in his palms with a loud thud, startling me. 

What should I do now? Neither I know his problem, nor I know him. So, what can I do? Comfort him? Give him hope? But I don't have any idea what's going on! What should I do???

"GOD! WHY ME?" he suddenly screamed pulling his head out of his palm and looking above, successfully breaking my thoughts. He continued with an accusing stare," Why me? I love her so much! Isn't that enough? Still..." and started sobbing in the end after not being able to gulp down the pain. 

As a reflex, I instantly sat beside him and kept my hands on his shoulder trying my best to calm him down and soothe his nerves, but to no avail. I wanted to comfort him but nothing came out of my mouth. Maybe because he stated he loves HER so much. Probably the girl named, Trisha. I won't lie but something pricked me when I heard him say that. Now, don't ask me why, because I don't know myself. I came here to clear the things but here something else is happening. I would be going back to my apartment now, but here I'm worried about this stranger who helped me a while ago. Maybe because he needs my help now. Yeah, yeah I know I had decided that it's gonna be a "NO-saying scheme" but I owe him. And I'm doing the least I can. 

He started again in between his sobs," Why God, why? Why God is being partial to me?" he turned to me, continuing," That bloody prick got forgiveness from you, then why can't I get forgiveness? Why Trisha can't forgive me? A molester got it, but I, who did nothing, can't be forgiven. Why this discrimination?" and more tears started rushing out from his eyes.

I don't know what to say. I haven't seen or faced any situation like this, or more appropriately I haven't ever seen a man in such a vulnerable state. It's a surprise as well as a realizing moment for me. Like all, I also have this notion that "Men are tough and they can handle any situation" but I'm proven wrong here. They are as human as us and they do have emotions in them. They also have their weakest point but they don't show it because of the stereotypical notion. Damn this society!