A Psycho's Love

A Psycho's Love 12

A Psycho's Love. 12

"Hello sir". He stopped a passerby.

"Yes"?

"Have you seen this man"? He showed him a picture that he was holding to his chest. The boy looked up close and shook his head. The hope in his eyes was quickly replaced with disappointment. But he thanked him and moved ahead.

It was more than a hundredth person he asked since 7 in the morning. And it was not a one-day story. Everyday he would wake up, make breakfast, cover it on the table with a sticky note and leave the penthouse with a portrait size image.

He would stop everyone to ask if anyone saw him or not. But no one ever said that they saw the person. Its been a week already. He would grab the packed sandwich from his pocket and eat it with water whenever his body would lose strength to walk, not that he was hungry.

He would go back home late night to see the food rotten on the table, only to be thrown in the trash. He would change into nightwear and to sleep. And a new day again.

/*Flashback*/

He couldn't believe his eyes to hold a lifeless Mew in his hands. He was bathed in his own blood. The lips that spoke hatered were silent forever. He didnt know how long he cried for him, but he knew he was left with nothing.

He took Mew to the bathroom to clean him up. He tied bandage on all the wounds, cleaned him thoroughly before changing him into fresh clothes. He opened Mew's closet and there he found a stack of clothes that he brought from his apartment. He didnt know what over powered him that he picked one of those shirts and slacks and dressed him up into Aaron's clothes.

He cleaned the floor thoroughly and called his friend. His childhood friend and lawyer. He showed them the footage of Mew's suicide recording it all. He made sure to clean the mess before taking Mew to a temple for his last rituals.

Ofcourse he knew where to bury Mew, beside Aaron. So he did. He didnt know why, but at this moment, all he wanted to do what Mew would like to be done. He covered both graves with flowers before sitting in between them.

He wanted to say so many things. So many apologies but he couldnt even mutter a single word. He stayed there till the lights of the day were engulfed in the darkness of the night. Just like his life. Dark, alone. Where he got scared of the noises raising inside him.

He ran to his penthouse without looking back like thousand evil spirits were chasing him. He was sitting in the corner of his bedroom, exactly the same spot where Mew would spend his day. Sitting with knees to his chest. Covering his ears to block every voice, but he failed. He was so frustrated, so desperate for a single moment of peace that he threw everything in his bedroom on the floor. Still it was to no use.

He was sweeping everything on the table when he saw a table picture of Mew. The picture he stole when he saw him in the cafeteria. The only picture where Mew was laughing his heart out.

And since then, he lost it.

It all started to change, when he started to forget things. His schedules. His surgeries. He was issued warning letters for being irresponsible and he was so annoyed that he resigned. He had to search for his baby and here everyone was calling him for surgeries. Duh.

His friends were starting to get worried about him. He would leave the penthouse every day early in the morning till mid night. They tried to talk to him. They brought him to the cemetery, where Mew was resting in peace. But nothing could mend his state of mind. It was like his mental state was stuck at a point.

He was aware that Mew had left him, but he couldnt accept the fact that he was no more alive. He went to the apartment complex too but the guards didnt allow him to enter a stranger that wasnt on the list of guests.