Life with my best friends

Chapter - 44 Chilly heart

Jannat's POV: His eyes were red, but he was still smiling. He shook his head at me, and left the place turning around. My hand went up as a reflex to call him back, but I knew it was of no use, so I pulled my hand down reluctantly. I felt as if my heart had just been stabbed, and the silver knife, stayed there, dabbing stains of guilt, regret and love on me. 

Siddharth's POV: I kicked open the door to my room and strode in wildly. I didn't wait at all, I went into the bathroom straight. And I turned the shower on, letting the water soak me and my thoughts. Was I angry? Yes. If you haven't been told this before, I need to tell you, letting a friend slip away from your hands hurts more than a breakup. My heart was heavy. With pain. She's not just a friend for me. She was my best friend. She didn't even tell me that she was leaving. If I hadn't caught her at the gate, she prolly would have escaped before even bidding goodbye to me. Why did she do that? I have no idea. The water was as cold as the contempt in my eyes. I hated the fact that I couldn't even get to say a proper goodbye. I couldn't take her scent in one last time before letting her go. And if it were up to me, I wouldn't have let her go like this. But she left. She abandoned me. Well, atleast it felt like that. Will I ever see her again? I don't know. This is how distances are born, and trust me, it sucks. Was I that easy to lose? That easy to leave even without saying a goodbye? Don't tell me, I already know the answer. I was crying in the fucking shower with my clothes on. This is the first time I've cried in like a long time. Hard to believe? Well, it was true. The fact that she made a happy go lucky guy like me cry speaks words. How could I let her go? She was more than important for me. 16 years of togetherness and counting. At what cost? I do not know. I couldn't say anything to her becuz I was already burning with anger. I might have burst real bad then and there. So I decided to walk away. I kept a hand on the tiled bathroom wall for support cuz I couldn't see properly due to my hazed vision. I slowly turned the shower off and ran my other hand over my wet face trying to soothe the anger outta my body. But it wasn't that easy. 

I came out of the bathroom and I saw a blurred vision of someone. It was her. I rubbed my eyes to find myself standing alone. In a fit of anger, I threw my phone, which was lying on the table with a loud thud on the floor. It cracked and stayed there in pieces, just like my heart. Its like I could literally see her in front of me but she wasn't even there. Was it love? I don't know. But what's the point now? Silence fell in the room with the only sound being water drops dripping from every part of my body. The room was a literal mess. But I could care less. I slumped down on the floor just like that and stayed there. For I don't know how long. 

After what felt like eternity, I came to my senses. And that's when something caught my eye. There was a plain sheet of paper lying on my study desk with a book kept on top of it for additional weight. I walked up to the table and picked up the paper to see the most beautiful handwriting I knew. 

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