"Time indeed passed.
But every moment felt like it was never to last.
Everything and everyone changed;
Only my feelings didn't.
She was someone I wanted to be my last,
But what a rush,
Even before I showed her what the present with her means to me was;
She already was way too loose for me grasp."
Leeya squealed just after stating the last lines from the film we watched just now.
Years has gone and I barely made it to the realms of the film industry.
With this much fame and recognition, I could atleast say the struggles paid.
"Peach- I mean Writer Peach ma'am, your story made a big success out there! Yet again!"
I only smiled at her as we walked out the theatre hall.
"Gonna call Nathan for a grand celebration."
I nodded at Leeya as she went and made the call.
I stood waitin' in front of the glass wall looking far and wide on the magnificent view as mem'ries that night came flashing.
"And I guessed missing you will be my plan."
He said not a word and only stared.
And he still did for more minutes until he smiled.
For the first time his smiles felt—
Sad.
"I'm sorry."
I said not a word as I stare with just confusion on my face.
"I'm sorry Peach. For everything; for having done everything to you, for letting you see how bastard I am, for making you feel unwanted because of how a bastard I am acting. I'm sorry."
"For smiling at smiling at you, for looking at you and approaching you; I'm sorry Peach for you have to meet Law."
Only with the last line that he looked at me straight in the eyes and only then I felt the extent of pain I never expected once to feel at the moment.
I said yet not a word.
I kept my silence as he only stared;
With tears in his eyes I never expected to see, ever.
Why?
Why do I have to feel this way?
Even at the height of what's happening and what he has done;
Am I supposed to still feel the urge to have him and be with him?
When I should've just barged all the rage piled up;
When I should just be screaming at him, blaming him for every pain and hurt I've gone through,
When there was only us I can call every time the night comes til it lasts.
Why?
.
And the night ended with both of us having our backs faced to each one, walking away.
Without clearing things off.
With just me tearing up to his silent stares.
With his last sorry eyes and with mine filled with contempt.
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