Our First Meet

The End...

After reading that note, I kept blaming myself and went back home. It took me almost a month to move on from what happened, and after that, I started going back to the office like normal. Her memories and smile kept bothering me. It wrenched my heart and put me in sorrow. I became a loner and never talked back to anyone again.

2 months passed. My face was filled with a beard, and I was mentally broken. I was not able to forget her, even though her voice kept repeating my name in my ears. Her whisper, touch, and dressings were everything I kept remembering. I tried everything, but I was not able to move on. Even alcohol and other substances never helped me; instead, they put me in a financial depression and made me even weaker. I even joined street fights to take out my frustration, but even after winning matches, I was not able to heal myself. So, I left them all.

My patience was getting down, so I decided to leave my job and take a visit to her house, where she lived again. I kept doing that for 2–3 days. I even searched everything inside for some clue, even a small idea, but I found nothing. Then one day, I took out my laptop and saw the presentations that were made. In that presentation, there was the name of a college, so I got curious and decided to search for it. Randomly, I found that the college was closed due to the earthquake that came and destroyed the building, but luckily, I found the old pictures on their Facebook account. From there, I found the accounts of its ex-students in the following, even though I found a girl ID that was familiar to me. I took out my phone, and it looked like she was Nikita. I did a little bit of research about the person in the photos that were available on the college's profile and the abandoned website, which was luckily working. I found the toppers list, where I found something that made me happy. I got proper confirmation that it was Nikita and also got news about the faculty member who attacked her. I tried connecting everything, and then I finally found Nikita's hometown.

I was totally happy and excited. I decided to book a trip to the hometown where she lived, but I found that there were no trains available at that moment, so I booked a car and set the location. I got ready and packed all my important things, including her photos and details. The city where she lived was infamous. So, it took the driver a while to figure out the location, and then he dropped me off at that location. It took me almost 3–4 days to arrive in her hometown. The location where I was dropped off was the abandoned college.

From there, I went to the nearby places and took her photo in my hand, then began my search. I kept searching for her till the evening. When I got tired, I took a break and ate some chips. Then I started searching for her over and over again.

Almost a month passed, but I didn't even find a clue about her. I joined a corporate job and rented a house in that area so that I could have a place to live and some money to afford my expenses. Every day I returned from my job, I began searching for her while I was on my way back home. I even used weekends and wasted my holidays searching for her. The people in that area started spreading rumours about me being a freak who was in search of a girl, but I didn't care about that. People in my neighbourhood asked about everything, and I told them... They were good people. They supported me in my search for Nikita. I began exploring the other parts of the city as well. But I found nothing. Every day and night, I was busy searching, but I started to lose hope. I lost hope again, but it was the time when all my suffering came to an end.

One day, in a park, I was tired, so I decided to take some rest. I didn't even see here and there, and I sat on the bench that was nearby me. Someone saw the photo of Nikita in my hand and thought of me as a criminal, so that person called the police. From there, I went through an investigation procedure, and the person who called the police came along to have a look at me. I told them everything about what happened, and then the person found that I was innocent. She apologized and took her complaint back. She saw the picture that I was holding and asked...