Unrequited Forever✔️

25. Six Days In Hell And One Day To Come Back.

How do you feel when your crush is kissed by your first crush?

I felt nothing but a bit hurt. Nothing happened. I just broke 2 glass bulbs, tore 15 pages, scribbled on 20 extra pages and tore them, smashed someone's window, kicked my neighbour's pot and threw his kid in the trash can. Dark humour at its reality junction.

Mihir had texted me several times but I had blocked him. He was going on a week-long trip with his dad. So he would not meet me in person.

The competitions were nearing and Keshav got sick. And seeing him sick, I got sick. Firstly, he needed training for debate. Secondly, seeing him in that state was traumatising for me. I played the role of a doctor and a friend. He coughed and my throat used to hurt, his chest pained and my heart stopped. Was this humanity only, or was there love also?

On top of the medicines he was taking, he was taking cough syrup and tablets. And all because of the good-for-nothing tuition teacher who called him in the rain and then himself did not come. That imbecile, infertile git. He will be bathed in boiling H2SO4.

My care factor was flaring. Every now and then, I thought of ways to make him okay. Be it suggesting clove or warm water. Meanwhile, I was falling in love with him. Bit by bit, my heart was becoming his. With admiration, care, infatuation and everything I felt towards him.

I was taking it seriously. My studies and competition. It was the first competition which I wanted to win. And I did win.

On 5th August, I cried tears of joy while Deepshikha my partner cried rivers of joy. We had secured the 1st prize. Finally, after 6 years, I won this event. But I was not very happy. My motive was to make Somya and Keshav win. And they both were amazing but I wanted them to win.

What was more afflicting was that Keshav cried. He won't cry ever in front of anyone. But in the crowd of those 7-8 students from our school, he was consoling one of them. And his voice was okay and he was fine to all who saw him. But what is love when you can not discern tears and raindrops? I saw the tears in his eyes which he drank.  He was not sad because he lost but because he let our hopes down.

I sat by him on the bus en route. He was abnormally silent. And I respected that. I had lost but I was never silent. I laughed and enjoyed it. But everyone is not shameless like me.

On the 6th of August, the world shook. For the first time, I had not texted him. And he had not texted me. Why? Because I was melancholic. I had seen him cry without seeing him cry but I hated it when my friends hid things from me. I do not know why he had to hide it. Was I not a good friend? Anyways. I decided not to talk to him because I did not like to hold on to people who did not wish to be there with me.

Unfortunately, the day was an ominous day.

1) My mom stopped my trips to Deepak's colony.

2) I burnt the entire region under my tongue by drinking hot water.

Now I couldn't speak also.

On Monday, I decided to ignore him. So I did not look at him and ignored him when he passed by me. my heart broke several times while doing so. His cute innocent face was happy like anything and my cold heart was stupid like everything. And he was annoyed. That evening we had a brawl. And to be honest, it ended with this very line :

"Sorry, I do not know you." Everything was normal. my mom was cooking, my brother was sitting outside, and people were living. And I was falling. All the care, the laughter, the sorrow, motivation and every smile and eye contact between us faded with that message.

The very next day, I sent him the cost of the book he had ordered for me but refused to accept the money. Harshita di had taken great pains to qualify for his rigorous course. And I have been thankful to her forever.