No Stopping Now (18+)

NSN 1 || Moving On

~Sometimes, you miss the memories, not the person.~

She sat in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection with blank eyes. Was she doing the right thing? She was acting impulsively, wasn't she? Had he really moved on? Forgotten her? She reapplied the blood-red lipstick to her already ruby lips.

Move On.

Two words, two very simple words. It was so easy to just say them but too hard to act upon them. Her mom told her to move on, her friends told her to move on. Hell, wherever she went, the only thing that people asked her was to move on!

But they didn't understand the pain, the agony and the emotional battles she was going through each and every day. Sometimes, she just wanted to show them the bird and tell them...

It's my life! My problems! My battles! Stay the fuck away! I don't need your goddamn advice!

But she was taught better. She knew better than to react like that. It wasn't their fault. They were all just trying to help. But that's what the problem was. She didn't need their help or sympathy. She wasn't some vulnerable woman who need people's support.

Being a divorcee seemed to her like a crime. It didn't matter that it wasn't her fault that her marriage didn't work. It didn't matter that she gave her hundred per cent to strengthen their relationship. Nothing mattered, except the fact that she was a divorcee. She had to tolerate all their judgemental stares. She needed to accept that maybe she wasn't the best wife. Maybe, she was the one who was wrong.

Her eyes fell on the wedding invitation card lying on her dresser innocently. Today was her wedding. What was that one day that a girl always dreamt about since she was a child? It was all about her wedding day and about her perfect prince charming.

But she didn't feel happy or excited. She didn't feel like all the other girls would have felt on their wedding day. Because it was just not her wedding, it was her second wedding.

The pain of moving on after a failed marriage wasn't even explainable. Defeated. That was how she was feeling. Sometimes she thought that she could have been a better wife. She could have done things a different way. She could have improved herself. Wasn't that what society demanded of a woman today?

She had so much faith in him. She didn't need to think twice about what he was saying. She trusted him with her life. Why had he done that to her?

What she saw in the mirror disgusted her now. A woman dressed in a beautiful white gown with intricate designs, wearing designer jewellery sat there. The colours were so bright, the actual opposite of what the woman was feeling. Her face looked pale and she didn't have a smile on her face. Her lips were curved down and her eyes looked soulless, puzzled and lost.

Was she really ready for this? Was she ready to give up on him?

He hadn't married some other girl in the span of this few years that much she knew. That didn't prove anything though. Maybe, he never had wanted a marriage.

He had his fair share of women in the past few years. He didn't approach her. Every other week, she saw different girls clinging to his arm. He was charming and beyond handsome, she would give him that. But did that give him the right to pay with women like that, play with her heart like that?

Had it been that easy for him to forget her? She really had believed that he would be in as much pain as she had been, staying far from each other when she left her. But, she knew now that maybe she had been wrong all the way.

Sometimes she blamed herself for what happened. Sometimes, she missed him. Sometimes, she cried for her loss, reading their old texts, and recollecting old memories. But today was not some time.