Entry #2: Imperfectly Perfect

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As the cold winter blew the wind through my body a shiver ran down my spine. soothing to my soul, the soul that was just burning...burning because of emotions like hatred...hatred for my mother who didn't give even a last look to me while she left us all alone.. jealousy.. yes I am jealous of Aditya for all the love he got from my mother all that I deserved.. and betrayed... betrayed by my own best friend. The only thing that I had in my heart that kept me going through was unending unrequited love for her....Sumo. Her name was enough for me to skip a heartbeat even now.

A hand-pulled on my biceps turning my body with a jerk. "What do you think of yourself ha?" She asked. It took time to realize that it was HER. 

"Suman.." I said although the name was so foreign on my tongue. 

"Agghhhh" she scrunched her nose in irritation. "Stop calling me Suman." She said. 

"That's your name right?" I asked. "Yeah but... ugghhh" she stomped her foot. "What's your problem man? What should I do? What should I do to make you understand that I am sorry for what it did? That was out of immaturity totally and regret it my whole life." She cupped my face in her warm hands, making my heart swell her demeanour radiated affection, care and ....I don't know if I should think of it even... as history says I am the unlucky one.

"Shravan.. please don't let your past ruin your future, please look around you. You are surrounded by the best people one can ever ask for. Trust me I know the pain of not having someone who cares for you around." A tear trickled down her face and my fingers itched to just wipe it away, but I couldn't and my hand curled into a fist. My heart just wanted to lean into her touch and just let her carry me in her world. I was tired... tired of running away from everything....tired of being the strongest of all....tired of holding all the emotions in my heart....the walls were breaking...

No....No, not once again my mind said. I cannot be fooled once again. I did give my broken heart to her once. but what she did. She broke it beyond repair and that was just for her reputation in school...she chose it over me. Everyone chose everything over me. I was least on their list. I shoved away both her hands from my face. And her hands fell with a jerk on her side. I could say she least expected this reaction.

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