How do you let go of someone,
How to forget the memories,
How to make yourself not think about them, not be angry at them, they left you
Angry at yourself for not being enough...
Angry at the world for the unfairness of it all, for telling you the same thing over and over that you need to move on, let them go..
How,
No one told her that,
While a person is still alive, memories are cherished and enjoyed but when they are gone, they are mourned, the memories nothing but a reminder of what we've lost.
Some days the grief was too much, the world faded into emptiness like that in her chest, some days the it was violent and angry, the barely contained rage that made Haseena Malik revert back into that old heartless police woman, who only cared about wiping off the crime and criminals off the face of earth and during those days Karishma always stared at her with pity in her eyes, there was always a statement in her eyes, this isn't you, and Haseena would face away, angry, bitter, guilty.
Some days there is no grief, there is nothing just a empty cavity in her chest, a too familiar void and these days are the hardest, she can't hold onto anything, not even the memories could elicit anything out of her. It made her want to drown herself into her bath tub just to feel the ache in her lungs, to feel hurt, feel anything at all.
The new dawn always saw the new Haseena Malik, the Hero of the city, the apple of the police department's eye, the one who everyone looked upto.
Rarely anyone saw the burning in her heart, the defeat settled deep in her bones that made her body tad bit sluggish.
People had a tendency to ignore obvious things especially when it didn't concern them in a direct way, who had time to sit back and listen to another's anguish when they had their own to run from.
Every dawn meant there's a dusk to it, every day was set to die and give way to night, black and unforgiving. The darkness quiet as predator seeking upon its prey, ready to slaughter. The silence eats away at her, biting and killing her bit by bit.
The memories hurt her, she mourns the loss, her loss. She lets the tears slide down her cheeks and lies down on the floor, or the bed if she's fortunate.
Who ever said Time healed all wounds was big liar.
Wounds never heal and time does nothing to stop that bitter, painful grief...
Nothing ever does...
We just get used to it...
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Author's Note
This wasn't supposed to be a chapter or even dared to be posted but I'm too tired and filled up with emotions to care and I needed a way to vent what I felt since there's no one I can truly turn to. So if you felt disappointed that the story didn't move forward, I apologise for it.
Thankyou for reading
Have a nice day
Peace out..
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