Love or Obsession?

The Phone Call

It was late at night. He was laying on bed with his eyes closed and hands resting on the surface. He takes a deep breath and opens his eyes slowly. Tears escaped and rolled down his cheeks. A slow grunt escaped his lips. He was irritated with his helplessness.

He turned to his side to check on his phone.
"Okay. This is enough." He thought to himself.
He picked up the phone again only to keep it back.
"Is it right decision? Should I do it?"
Millions of questions was circling his thoughts but answer? None.
He was in a dilemma. He turns to his other side of the bed and closed his eyes wishing to get some sleep.
Sometimes in our life we make choices that seem right to us, but those choices decide where we stand tomorrow. If a right choice can turn our life into heaven, then a wrong choice holds the potential to turn our life into a living hell.
He knew what he did was wrong, maybe that's why no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find peace into his restless heart that night.

It was raining that night. Raining on a cold December night. Winds were harsh and wild, he could hear them through the closed windows, as if they're whispering saying 'I know what you did!'

He opens his eyes and taking a deep breath he picks up his phone as if he has finally collected the strength to do what he had in his mind.

He dials a number.

" 911, what's your emergency?" The other person asked.
He gets up from the bed and walks towards the window.
"There's been a murder," He said.
"Okay, sir. Please do not panic, are you with the victim?"
"Yes,"
"Is the murderer still at the location?"
"Yes," saying this he looks into the mirror and continues, "It was me,"
"Uhh..." voice breaks, "I request you not to leave the premises of the location we are sending a team sir, I request you to remain calm," the other person says.
"Okay." He said disconnecting the call.