Treaded Miles : Her Story [On Hold]

Chapter 3

He was packing his bags. I saw him stuffing his clothes in the suitcases, without regarding me. I was in the corner, eyeing him silently until I could no longer be a spectator.

"Where are you going?" I asked him, biting my lip in nervousness. He didn't reply, obviously. Instead, he went to pull the shirts from the hangers.

"I am asking you. Where are you going?" I tried once again and he ignored me. He moved past me to take his files from the study table and thrust them into his bag. My eyes brimmed on his overt display of ignorance.

"Samay, did I make a mistake? Are you angry on me?" My voice broke off. I didn't know why he behaved like that with me. He didn't talk to me, didn't even look at me and even stayed in the spare bedroom. I knew he hated me but I didn't know why.

"Samay, please! Say something." I reduced to begging, grabbing his hand and he sighed, closing his eyes. Almost agonisingly, he gulped and took a glance of me. "What do you want?"

"Why are you being like this? What have I done?"

"Did I accuse you of something?" He asked and I shook my head. "No, you haven't but I would love if you do. For that way, at least, you'll talk to me. I don't understand why are you so hateful towards me?"

"I am not hateful." He said coldly and freed his hand from my loose grip. I kept staring at him wistfully, "Why do you not talk to me?"

"I am not a chat box." He said as if scoring me for always initiating a conversation. I nodded, swallowing my tears, "Alright. But, where you are going?"

"Work!"

"I know you're lying." My sniffles were out in open even though I tried hard to not break down in front of him. "What's my fault, Samay? Why are you doing this? Please tell me. I promise I'll improve."

I begged him but his stone heart didn't melt. He turned away from me and zipped his back, without saying a word. I took a leap of faith and hugged him from behind, pressing my forehead on his spine, between his shoulder blades.

"I am sorry. I am sorry for everything, Samay. Don't do this. Please. Don't leave me." My voice was trembling and he exhaled deep, unbuckling my arms from around him. He put his luggage on the floor near his feet and spun on his heels.

His eyes were cold and distant as always. I felt like breaking into full blown cries when his gaze rested on my face longer than I expected. I opened my mouth to stop him but he showed me a hand. "I am not leaving. I just can't stay."

"Why not?"

"I have work." He lied and it got me charged up. I shook my head, not believing him. "You're lying."

"You're free to believe whatever you want." He moved past me to the exit, dragging his trolley out with him. I was stuck there with the time. Did he really not care what I believe?

The door shut behind me and I jolted into action. I followed his footsteps and climbed down the stairs, hoping he'd drop one or two advices for me. The usual ones we say to our dear ones.

But he left without a word. He didn't even glance back. He didn't say his goodbye. He walked straight through the front gate and disappeared in the street. I was standing near the foot of the stairs, numb. I hoped he would turn around, give me a hug, say his goodbye and ask me to look after myself, perhaps.