𝟒. 𝐀𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲

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I stepped out of the shop and into the familiar surroundings, my heart pounding in anticipation

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I stepped out of the shop and into the familiar surroundings, my heart pounding in anticipation.

I knew Aayansh had orchestrated this entire ice cream outing as a ploy to get me alone, and I had only agreed to come along because my cousins had begged me to join in.

But I had an ulterior motive - I wanted to confront him, to finally put an end to the unresolved feelings between us.

I stopped at a secluded spot, a place where we used to hang out with our friends, and waited for him to arrive.

After a few minutes, he appeared, his eyes locked onto mine with a determined gaze.

I gestured for him to proceed, my silence urging him to reveal the reason behind this clandestine meeting.

The air was thick with tension, and I braced myself for what was to come.

Aayansh's words poured out like a torrent, a heartfelt apology that seemed to wrench his very soul.

"Angel, I know I shattered your trust, crushed your heart, and reduced your love to ashes. I was a blind fool, deaf to the beat of your heart, and numb to the beauty of your soul. I thought love was a fleeting attraction, a momentary high, but I was wrong. I love your laughter, your tears, your smiles, and your frowns. I love your strength and your vulnerability. I love you, not for what you are, but for who you are. Please, angel, forgive me. Give me a chance to rewrite our story, to etch a new narrative of love, trust, and devotion." He paused for a minute before continuing.

"Let me be the safe haven where you can anchor your heart, the shelter from life's storms, and the home where your love can flourish." His voice cracked with emotion, his eyes brimming with tears, as he pleaded for a chance to revive my love.

Tears streamed down my face, unchecked and unbidden, as Aayansh's words struck a chord deep within me.

His hands, gentle and tender, cupped my cheeks, and his thumbs brushed away the tears, but I shook him off, my body trembling with anger and sorrow.

"Don't touch me!" I hissed, my voice cracking with emotion.

"You have no right to touch me, to comfort me, to even look at me! You're the reason for my nightmares, the source of my pain. You broke my heart, Aayansh, shattered it into a million pieces. And for what? For that girl? You traded our love for a fleeting infatuation. We were kids, yes, but we knew what love was. You knew exactly what you were doing. You played with my feelings, toyed with my heart, and crushed it. I hate you, Aayansh. I hate you for what you did to me. I can't forgive you, I won't forgive you. I just want to end this, to erase you from my life, to move on from the pain you've caused me."

My words poured out like a torrent, a cathartic release of all the emotions I had bottled up for so long. I stood there, shaking, crying, my heart heavy with grief, my eyes blazing with anger.

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