Bus 22A

I leaped inside the running bus. Perhaps it was the only bus that goes towards my house. I calmed my heavy breathing. I took the support of the handrail and balanced myself on the bus. I looked around,

"No seat for me today I surmise", I said to myself with disappointment. 

As I was looking for a seat, my eyes fell on her. I elbowed my way to the back seat and immediately grabbed the seat next to her. 

"I'm the luckiest man", I said with a grin plastered on my face.

She was calling someone, but it went to voice message straight. After trying few times she gave up. She sighed and proceeded to record a voice note. Her voice broke and eyes filled with tears,

"I know things are not good between us but we need to fix it. Let's talk it over. I can't afford to lose you. Call me when you recieve this. I love you. Bye."

I gently wiped away her tears. Her countenance looked worn out and heavy eyed. I cued her to rest her head on my shoulder. She hugged my bicep and slept like a baby. All my problems were gone, because now she was with me. I felt peace. Her hair was up in a messy bun and her attire speaks that she must be returning from a tiring 9 to 5 job. I softly caressed her plumpy cheek tugging the loose strands of hair behind her ear. She was like a cold breeze. The mild breath of refreshing wind before heavy rain. Her presence felt like home. Abruptly, the bus jolted at a stop and she slumped at the front seat. I immediately kept my hand, before her forehead could bump into the iron rod of the seat in front. 

"Ah, I got you!", I said with a sense of relief in my voice.

She smiled at me. 

Slowly blood trickling down from her face. 

"No, no, no. This can't be happening. I- I saved you. I can't lose you again."

I started wailing,

"I'm sorry for not picking you up from the office. I'm sorry for fighting with you. I'm sorry that I let my ego preceed and didn't pick up any of your calls that day. I'm sorry for everything. I repent all of it till date. I love you. Please forgive me baby. Please." I broke down and sobbed at the thought of not being able to save her from the accident. The accident of bus 22A, which overturned and fell into a trench. 

Suddenly a voice snapped me back to reality. It was an aged man asking me to move over. 

She was gone. She vanished into thin air in no time. 

I got off the bus, and stood in front of the bridge where Arya and I used to come often. I watched the water under the bridge. It was stagnant and serene. "I want to go where I belong. To my home. To Arya."

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