"I never in a lifetime have thought ,you can be this selfish and cruel .
I would have myself scored less than you if you have said once , just once, but.... no you had to trick me and make me beg-g infront of you .But you know what ,I am just done...
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No matter how much more longer I wanted to stare still at her and adore her for the one last minute, I had to tear my gaze and respond to this very im-fucking-portant call of mine and had to leave, letting my very last chance to see her in real apart from my imaginations to be dropped and drowned in the deep and dark pits of the ocean .
But maybe it's for the betterment , maybe God just became a little concerned for my misery , maybe it was a reminder that I now am only the spectator to the art which I once held the right to called mine . Maybe it was till this moment till where our fates where conjoint .
Sigh....I know you may think how can I let go of her now since I have met her once again or how can I be so calm as to recite the destruction of my life by myself or such many how , why and other possibilities. To which I can respond with only a single sentence which may or may not be accepted by you all and that is , ' I deserve each and every thing of this ' , cause when I had her I broke her and left her to pick the crumbles so now when she has managed to fix the crumbles even if a little, how can I stop her and let her to go through everything once more that to all over again .
I can't and I won't cause this is it what is it now she with her boy-y.... boyfriend and me with my emptiness .
Ahhhhh....being frustrated with my overthinking I switched on the radio while driving at a moderate speed for my destination.
TUM NA HUYE , MERE TO KYA HMMM...TUM NA HUYE , MERE TO KYA
MEIN TUMHARA , MEIN TUMHARA TUMHARA RAHA
MERI CHANDA , MEIN TUMHARA SITARA RAHA
As soon as I heard this song I glanced at the radio and drifted into the flashback.
FLASHBACK (AUTHOR'S POV)
It was the beginning of fall ,when the weather remains neither too hot nor too cold , creating a pleasant environment to enjoy the day or to be busy with other activities without any disturbance due to the weather .
On top of it, there was a free period for the class of XI SA, leading to all the students to be busy in various works . Some were completing their incomplete notes , some were busy practising maths, some where busy exchanging talks and muttering among themselves about various topics whilst the others were either sleeping, taking advantage of the fine weather or were busy playing games forming small groups.
Among all these students, few boys were surrounding the last corner of the classroom where boys were indulged in fascinating arm-wrestling matches . For boys of their age , arm-wrestling had become a great way to pass their time and to showcase their growing strength .
