Love Me Day Or Night - Book 1 -

Him

-- Him -- 

She couldn't help herself from smiling at the book that was opened in front of her. People would have said to her, if they saw her in that condition, that she had gone mad. But only she knew, the feeling that was eloping her from within as the smile grazed her face as she looked at the book. The feeling was nostalgic and surreal. 

Although she had her exam the very next day, a smile or actually a smirk was pasted on her face as she constantly tried to control it by several ways and chewed and nibbled her own lips in an idiotic way, laughing at her own idiocy. She slapped her own forehead and shook her head. She went and gulped cold water which was placed on the table on which the book rested. The reason for her smile was known by none. Only she knew, how she was feeling and the reason for her smile. 

His handwriting had filled the book that was laid in front of her. Questions and descriptions written on the margins and in between paragraphs were scribbled. He was adamant on not bring a book ever, and sharing it with her. Either it was that way, or he would just simply take her book and she would have to share someone else's book. She would roll her eyes, and lecture him about bringing his own book, but he would never listen. It was above her understanding why he always did that. On his behalf, his excuse was that he did not want his backpack to become heavier. 

She couldn't help but remember the words that he'd spoken while he'd wrote those lines. Those words kept repeating themselves as she visited her memories down the lane. They seemed so new, and yet they were old. She couldn't help with reminisce the encounters of theirs.  

Those words that challenged her then and she'd answered back with crooked eyebrows and smirks lining in her face and those taunting yet sometimes friendly words. Taunting, because he had actually been taunting her about various stuff, and friendly because he meant well. Sometimes, his friendly side came to visit, but that was not always. It didn't matter much. 

Those moments were priceless for her.

Bliss wasn't the word she'd use but yes, happiness could be called the same! Happiness was an expression was of the soul transfixed into actions after all. 

But, he wasn't there. She only hoped that he would be! She wished he could be there so that she could tell him what she felt about it. She hoped they could talk about it. 

Just once! That was all she needed. 

Because before she'd got the chance... He already had belonged to someone else.

As sanity rushed into her, the smile that had been pasted like a perfectionist over her looming face just vanished. Her face became doomed, and her eyes lowered down. The idiotic grin on her face was now changed into a mundane expression, which was soulless. She gulped down, looking back at the text in her book, which was inclusive in the syllabus. 

She ignored his handwriting, and drew back the moisture from the lashes and concentrated on her studying. She needed that more. His remembrance only hurt her at the end of the day. It was a reminder, that there were no more such encounters. It reminded her, that she had left a part of her in the past, in those memories and there was no way to bring it back. There was no choice left. 

Because there was no way to bring back a person who never even belonged to you like that. 

And then he now belonged to someone else. 

The silly smile stuck ended with a chocked throat, burring lashes, burning cheeks and a helpless sigh! She was going to give it all up, because happiness belonged to him. 

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One sided love. That was what this was about. Some things, that are not meant to be and yet are transfixed into us. She should move on, don't you think? I do. 

Thanks for reading! 

Happy Summers! :D 

~ Dee.