Un Jour. [Incomplete]

The Fudge! | Le Fudge!

"DHRUV?!"

"Huh ? I'm okay, I'm okay, I-I just, um- spaced out- for a moment, yeah".

I could breathe again, it was as if someone had finally stopped painfully crushing my heart. I felt wet rivers of tear- I mean sweat, on my cheeks. It was a feeling that I had never felt before, it was like breaking myself into pieces and putting them back together. I was surprised. He had this much of an effect on me.

"Ranee?" He whispered while looking up at me. Both my hands were on his shoulders and I was staring at him, silently begging for answers.

After a brief while of staring he finally said,
"I should go", with that he removed both my hands, fast, yet gently and pushed himself up from the chair. I continued to stare at the chair just hoping that he'd comeback and tell me.

I laugh sadly with anger and frustration.

God I was already so into him but why was he acting this way?

That afternoon Dhruv came for Lunch. But he ignored me the whole time keeping his face down never meeting my eyes. What was wrong with him?

I remembered our conversation from before, he said that he was not good with touch, I never thought that it would be this bad.

It was now evening and I was with Mrs. Jones priming a new canvas, and thinking about Dhruv.

I didn't even hear him play the guitar today evening. Was everything fine?

Maybe I should go apologize?

I kept my paintbrush and the can of white primer away and started towards his apartment.

Just as I was opening the front door -

"RANEE WHERE ARE YOU GOING? IT'S 9 AT NIGHT?"

"Um,- to go call Dhruv?"

"Oh I think his mother came back, go call him you have two minutes, no funny business."

"Yes yes"

I open the door and walk over three steps to his apartment.

It was cold outside but the sky was very clear with stars here and there. I felt a slight breeze as I rang the doorbell, making me slightly worried. Was he alright?

No answer.

I rang it again.

No answer.

I opened the door and was met with darkness.

"The Fudge?!"

"Dhruv?"

I checked the living room, no one.

The kitchen, no one.

The bedroom, no one.

His room, still no one.