Oblivious And Tangled

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"Five and a half days and no texts, no calls. Nothing. Where have you been?" he asked.

She looked up and met his gaze which was scanning her new self and then barely audible,low voice she answered him, "I. C. U." He scanned her from head to toe again seeing her body so limp as if it shrunk in those days, skin pale and her eyes barely open but a smile still lingered on her lips like it did back then.

"Why", he asked in a low voice, fearing that he knew the answer.

His mind started to swirl around reaching to different conclusions. She paused for a second and then opened her mouth to speak but then shut it again like a fish. After waiting for a few minutes she answered with another cheerful smile "Attempt to suicide"

With those words, something snapped inside him. He did not know what was it. Something he knew that would come over. They stood there with the awkward silence lingering in the atmosphere..

"When did you get discharged?" he asked.

"Yesterday night"she said without missing a beat.

He was shocked to say the least. She looked nothing like the girl she was. She looked dead already.

"Then you should have not come. You should have rested." he spoke in a voice that sounded so distinct.

She was already feeling weak but since she was stubborn, she said she was fine. Ofcourse she was not. Who could be after undergoing so much of self destruction?

"I think I will just go and sit.. I feel a little.."

Before she could finish her sentence, she collapsed. This was because she was so stubborn. She was stubborn to exhaust herself when she was supposed to be on bed rest. She was stubborn to stand and talk for ages. She was stubborn not to listen to anyone. She was stubborn because she still wanted to destroy herself.

Gradually, she opened her eyes. She did not know how long she was gone but she knew he was still there, next to her. She looked at him and saw an expression of guilt there like it had been there always. He was always guilty. But she could talk him out of it she knew. But talking took effort, alot of it. She lacked the strength and soon her eye lids started shuting like she shut the world again. She silently closed her eyes and then felt a few drops of water falling on her face.

"Dont cry" she whispered as loud as she could.

"How do u know I am crying? I was sprinkling water to wake you up"

"Tears are made of feelings and not just water. I can sense them flowing."

He was silent. He knew she was right. She always saw through him. Always.

"Open your eyes." he said trying to control his voice from shaking and shrugging the guilt off.

She did as she was told. He saw her eyes. Dead. No spark. All the liveliness was gone.

"You know you still have that spark in your eyes." he lied.

"Stop lying because sadly, I have to face the mirror too" she said before passing out next to him.

She was breathing. He knew she was alive. But he was not. Something within him died as the guilt took over. Something just broke. All this while he tried to be oblivious to her struggle, her pain. He tried to be blind to it when he could see her eyes trying to visibly connect with soneone who could preserve the spark.

He was oblivious.

The moment she blacked out, his mind was a mess of could have's and should have's. He did not know what to do. So he sat there next to her, waiting for life to cone back to her.

He was there but he was obliviously tangled.